My Hidden Confession to You

I've been carrying this weight for ages, and it all started with that simple word, 'Bro'. I didn't mean for it to slip out like that, but there it was, hanging in the air between us, making my heart race in ways I can't explain. You see, what I really wanted to confess is how I've been feeling about you – not as just a friend, but something deeper, something that twists my stomach into knots every time we're together. It's messy and confusing, like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump but terrified of the fall. I remember typing those words, 'I have something to confess', and then chickening out with just 'Bro' and a question mark, hoping you'd pry it out of me. But now, I'm laying it all bare. The truth is, I've imagined us crossing that line, your touch lingering a little too long, my thoughts wandering to places they shouldn't. It's raw, it's real, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know if you feel it too, but confessing this feels like finally breathing after holding my breath. No regrets, just this burning need to be honest, even if it changes everything. It's liberating and scary all at once, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.