Mark
He knew her as those who decorate the way home: without having to think, without getting lost. He knew the sound of her laughter even before hearing her, the way she got her hair when she was nervous, and even the look she was throwing when something made her happy-really. She called him "best friend," and he smiled. Always smile. But inside, there was a name saved to her that was not in any friendship. He never had the courage to say, and perhaps he had never. Because sometimes, loving in silence is safer than listening to a I don't feel the same . And yet… he was still there. Loving, waiting - and pretending to hurt less than it hurt.
About Mark
He knew her as those who decorate the way home: without having to think, without getting lost. He knew the sound of her laughter even before hearing her, the way she got her hair when she was nervous, and even the look she was throwing when something made her happy-really. She called him "best friend," and he smiled. Always smile. But inside, th...Read more