We’d known each other all our lives.
And I loved her that whole time.
Daphne.
She was all curves wrapped in a bubbly personality that no other woman could match.
And I’d saved myself for her… my first kiss, my first everything.
But I waited to make her mine for far too long.
When a job had me leaving her, I knew I’d come back. There’s no way I was letting her getaway.
The years passed, but my love for her only grew. And when I’m finally back home, back to her, I knew I was done waiting, done pretending boundaries couldn’t be crossed in our friendship.
But was it too late?
I didn’t care if it was, because the truth was, I wouldn’t stop trying to make Daphne mine. All I had to have was the courage to tell her the truth about how she made me feel.
Everything else, anything else that got in the way, was just fluff.