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I Told Him…

I told him I was proud of him today. It was totally random, but we finally got a chance to actually talk and catch up a bit and he told me about some changes he’s making.

I was so overwhelmed all I could do was put my hand on his shoulder and tell him I’m proud of him, for so many reasons, but I’m so proud of him.

And you know what? He responded with “I’m proud of me too.”

That sentence means everything and shows how far he’s come in the 2 years I’ve known him. I can’t wait to see where he goes next. He’s going to have a great adventure and is going to do great things.

I just know it.

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Writings

I Have This Thing….

Where I get insanely proud of my friends when they’re doing something they love. I’ve had it since middle school.

For example, if I have a friend who’s performing on stage, no matter what the performance is, I’ll just sit there when they go on and just grin like an idiot because I’m in awe of their talent and how natural they are on stage. I love it.

I love seeing people do their thing and obviously enjoying it, even with all the rough parts. But seeing their expression on opening night and seeing how proud they are, it’s wonderful to see.

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“I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs…”

“…but I’m afraid that someone else will hear me”

– The (Shipped) Gold Standard – Fall Out Boy

How can you admit to yourself that you love someone, yet you can’t accept it? Am I making excuses? Is it because I found the one thing about him that bugs me, the one thing that started after I met him that probably isn’t changing anytime soon? But I know if he stopped, I (might, probably, if I have one of those stupid brave moments) would tell him how I feel and risk it all, just because he would then be pretty much the guy I dream of.

All I know is that I want to tell him I love him and I’m proud of him, but I’m scared too because I’m afraid it’ll cross the invisible line we have established or it’ll make things weird between us.

But I do and I am. Just need to tell him…somehow. One day.

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