She was just a girl, he was just a guy. What was so special about him? Was he good looking, not quite. Was he popular, well, not really. Was he, what do you call that, cool? No, not particularly. So, then what was so special about him? Well he was charming, he had a way with words, and he was funny. He could make her laugh when she was upset. He could make her laugh when she didn’t want to. he could make her laugh until she choked on air. He could steal her heart.
Did he steal it? Yes he did. 
Now, she loves him, what’s the problem. Okay, he was about 3 years older than her. But that’s not a big difference. Age is just a number some would say. He was really cute, he was so sweet, and he loved someone else.
Yes, there’s the twist in the story, he loved someone else. She would think all day. Well, that girl isn’t as pretty as me. That girl does not have many friends as me. Why her? The girl would cry herself to sleep. 
The problem with this girl was, she was insecure. She would never make the first move. Years of rejection had drained her confidence. She would never again be a victim of pain such as that. She never cared about herself, she wanted others to be happy. She knew if she was to be in a relationship with him, he would never be happy. Eventually he would start getting bored of her. But he was too sweet to break her heart. Eventually he would start to relent her, then loathe her. Their relationship would break. Their friendship would wither away. What would be left? A couple broken hearts, a couple of stray tears here and there, and more than just a couple moments of silent remembrance. 
She didn’t want to risk this. They were bestfriends after all, even a year was enough to assure that. She knew she would never make him happy by being with him, so what did she do? She tried to make him happy by introducing him to other friends. It never worked. It was close though, I won’t deny that. She had almsot won, almost made him happy, but then the friend was again taken by someone else, and he was left shattered.
They never talked about the friend after that. The once sweet, joyful boy was gone. The one who had emotions so strong. He would punch walls, lockers, and she worried but she never showed it too much. She just wanted him to stop. But then, the boy who would cam with her until sunrise, became reserved. He didn’t talk to her. He didn’t message her. He stopped smiling. He let go of his emotions. He smoked. 
She was left. A victim of her own devising. And that’s when she decided. She wasn’t going to tell him, ever. It wasn’t worth it. What if it got worse? She was sad because he was sad. But maybe once he was better, it would be alright again. Maybe things would settle down. Maybe he would be the same boy again. The same boy who laughed and smiled and was happy. And she would be happy too.