I promised that friendship was all I want from you. Just a little of your company, your thoughts, your dreams, yourself...only a little of you. In the first place, you had so many things to be busy with. I was more than happy that you were able to accomodate me in your tight schedule. Besides, what is one more girl in your life? When you came, I was too eager to welcome you. So many things had happened between us. Each of them safely kept inside my heart, so that when the rainy and lonesome nights started coming again, I would have something to live by, moments to reminisce and to cherish. All along I was struggling against this feeling towards you. I was so confused. I didn't know what was right anymore. I didn't want things to take different turns. I was happy the way we were, contented...satisfied...what more could I ask? But too late did I realized that heart never knew no end, never learned its lesson. Once it tasted bliss, no matter how momentary it was, it couldn't be stopped. All the more it would reach for something beyond that was at hand. Heart was never logical and it isn't the time now. No measure of rationality would prevent it from beating, despite forseen pains, the inevitable frustrations and coming sleepless nights. The risks were always quite great and so were the stakes. But then again, the pale glimpse of hope was always tempting. Friends?...no it's hard to remain that way! I fell inlove with you. The realization took me back. The first wash of knowledge embarrased me, for you might think I had gone insane. But now I tell, falling inlove with you was far, far from my original intention. But then again, I have no regrets over loving you. It's a wonderful feeling loving you. Giving you what I have and offering you these things that I thought would make you happy. Inlove...I made the right choice, at the wrong time...