"We start something again."
He looked me square in the eyes, and gave me his answer. "I care for you a lot. You're my best friend. I can't promise anything will happen, but I'm willing to give it a try." A smile streched acorss my face. I hugged him and kissed him. "And however it ends, promise me we'll still be friends?" I asked. "I promise." He said.
I walked out the door, knowing things would be different. But where the future would lead, noboy knew. As I walked toward the car, I stopped a few feet away, and looked over my shoulder. I saw him in the window, watching me walk away. His choice was made.
Over the next few weeks, he and I discussed the past. What went wrong, where, when, how. We even started dating again. Not boyfriend/girlfriend, but "seeing" each other.
He called more. He spent more time with me. I was more forgiving of him. I let him hang out with his friends even if I hadn't seen him in a week, and didnt get pissed when he forgot to call.
But things changed. No matter how hard we tired, we couldn't fall back in love. We had grown too close as friends to go back to being lovers.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I do love you. I'm just..." "Not in love. Can't fall again." Tears filled my eyes. "You'll always be my best fried. I will always love you." He held me close, and i fell asleep in his arms.