Maybe

I once had a best friend. We don't talk anymore.

He was everything I'd ever wanted in a friend. He was fun, smart, and we clicked like no one else could. We shared things both trivial and deep and our conversations were always fun. We laughed together and we were sad together. I was there for him and he for me. We were always happy to see each other simply because we had something that extended beyond friendship. It was a pure love that allowed us to act like long lost brothers. But then something happened. I fell for him. But I got over it. We remained brothers.

But then I did something stupid-- I told him I'd had feelings for him.

He didn't take it very well. He was quite angry, and he cut off ties with me. I didn't take it very well. Actually, I was devastated. To this day I have never found another friend like him. Tonight by chance, I saw him again. I was so afraid to say hi, but eventually did. He actually acknowledged me. It was then that a huge burden on my shoulders was lightened.

I once had a best friend. We don't talk anymore. But maybe we will soon.