Love Poems to Fix your delulu - Childhood Friends Part 1 (his)

His POV:

People around me asked whether I like y/n.

I never did.

I never even thought about liking her.

All I do is treating her like my friend.

Best friend...

I treated her like my best buddy,

telling all of my secrets to her.

Even about my love.

I mean, it is not her.

Y/n is nice, really nice,

just that...

She lacked what I needed.

She told me to confess to the girl I like.

Me not knowing that the girl I like,

hated y/n,

I just followed what Y/n said.

I did.

Confessing to her, making her mine.

Placing her lips on mine,

it felt weird.

But that doesn't matter.

I looked around the cafeteria,

Y/n was gone.

Her best friend looking fuming mad.

Her best friend shot daggers at me,

before storming away, finding y/n.

I like her.

She likes me.

What could possibly go wrong?

Love is love.

Love appears any time.

Love at first sight?

It is real to me.

It should be real to Y/n,

right?

Love is never fake to me.

My love level starts to increase to,

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