I was her best friend and she was mine, that's all that we'll ever be. Just best friends, I know it.

There are times that I glanced at her side only to see that she's looking somewhere; more like someone. As I stole a glance at her, she stole a glance from him.

Ah, yes, him. The one who she loves, the reason why she can't look at me that way.

"Should I confess?" I asked myself, "Would it be worth the risk?" I continued with a quivering voice. I don't want to lose her.

"Hmm?" My best friend looked at me.

"Dammit! Did she heard it?"

"Confess to who?" She asked me, I started to panic, I never thought she would hear it.

"N-no one!" I responded, clearly terrified by the fact that she heard it. My best friend told me she'll let it slide and proceeded on talking about him.

Few weeks have past since that incident, I wanted to tell her before she confess to him.

It brought pain in my heart. Damn it! I lost my chance, I was too late. She just told me that she already confessed to him. That the guy she likes actually likes her back.

"I was too late... I should've told her sooner. But maybe it is for the best." I whispered to myself as I face the fact that there she was, out of my reach.