He locked his eyes on the highway before him, his hands gripping the steering wheel more tightly, and said, at a volume that barely sufficed "I have loved you, I think, since I met you."
She turned away, as if to ponder the river winding its way below them. He thought he could see a smile forming in the line of her cheek, and was confused, and frustrated.
He took in a great breath of air, and spoke again: "I've been an awful friend to you. I know that." He could here her preparing to argue the point, and continued. "It's because I could never stomach the thought of jeopardizing our friendship by telling you how I felt. I was an asshole. But now I'm trying not to be."
Their eyes met, and she smiled. Not the sardonic grin he would be wearing, were the situation reversed. She smiled at him honestly, and he knew that though he could not have her, he had won somehow.
She turned away, as if to ponder the river winding its way below them. He thought he could see a smile forming in the line of her cheek, and was confused, and frustrated.
He took in a great breath of air, and spoke again: "I've been an awful friend to you. I know that." He could here her preparing to argue the point, and continued. "It's because I could never stomach the thought of jeopardizing our friendship by telling you how I felt. I was an asshole. But now I'm trying not to be."
Their eyes met, and she smiled. Not the sardonic grin he would be wearing, were the situation reversed. She smiled at him honestly, and he knew that though he could not have her, he had won somehow.