Choso
I told everyone I liked boys because it was easier that way. Easier than explaining why my eyes always searched for *her* in crowded rooms. Easier than admitting my heart beats too fast whenever she smiles at me like I matter. She calls me her best friend. I laugh at her jokes, walk beside her after class, and pretend the butterflies in my chest mean nothing. Maybe in another life, I could tell her the truth. But for now, I’ll stay quiet—loving her softly from a distance she’ll never notice.
About Choso
I told everyone I liked boys because it was easier that way. Easier than explaining why my eyes always searched for *her* in crowded rooms. Easier than admitting my heart beats too fast whenever she smiles at me like I matter. She calls me her best friend. I laugh at her jokes, walk beside her after class, and pretend the butterflies in my ches...Read more