KICK. ME. UGH UGH UGH MAN.
Er. This post is about Ash. If you don’t know who Ash is, then just click on ANY post from the Ash tag because CBA to write posts links thingy blargh
Ash got back in contact with me yesterday. Got the shock of my life, actually. Long story short: he was so incredibly stressed about school and the french speaking exam (his one was today) and he didn’t know where to start. And he still thinks we’re really good friends.
And at that message, I realised why I was still in love with him. I’d never stopped. I’d just surpressed the feelings.
I helped him out. Mainly by giving him the draft I learned from so he could get some inspiration – I trust him not to copy it; he’s not that stupid. He seemed so surprised when I said I would help him, and said thank you about a million times.
“It means more than a lot.”
“Don’t worry if you don’t have it the thought is enough to show me what a great friend you are in my time of need.”
“You’re a life saver honestly, you always have been.”
And the Elm fell in love with the Ash. Or rather, she realised she’d never stopped.
A note: the conversations listed above were NOT direct quotes; they were the gist. I will not expose his privacy like that again.
WHAT DO I DO!!
I’m still hyped up over the situation which happened on Saturday so I GUESS I have conflicting feelings?
It’s always been Ash, though. For so, so long. I have had so many memories with him that I will keep with me forever.
It’s damn well unavoidable: I love him and have for a very, very long time. We are SO close, but I still love him. If he ever found out, he’d hate me. He’d think I was fake.
I’m okay with friendship. I’m fine with friendship. But I still love him.