Last night I was walking home from soccer,
with a boy I knew from school,
I always thought he was a friend;
he was nice and I liked him alright,
but that's all there was between us.
He was a friend,
a really good friend,
but just a friend - nothing more.
I had told him that before,
but as I walked up the steps to my house,
I turned around suddenly and cried,
"I love you."
Those three stupid, beautiful, dangerous words,
just found their way from my heart to my mouth,
flinging out from inbetween trembling lips.
And it was like I wasn't there,
like I just had to do that because it had been so long,
since I had even thought of saying those words.
He didn't even looked surprised,
he just smiled back a little and said,
"I love you, too."
And that was it,
he turned and walked away,
as if he had known all along that I would say that.
And maybe he had,
and maybe, deep down, I knew it too.