GOT MILK? pt. 3

It would be rude to call her the Other Milky. After all, I fell in love with her first.

I remember the day I first got to walk with her to school. It was nonchalant. We were carefree. We were just friends after all. Actually, just acquaintances. I don't know. What I know was that I remembered that day well because by nightfall, we were already exchanging messages one would expect from close friends.

I wouldn't say that we were very close ever since, but, to tell the truth, there was a bond, a special connection. I didn't want to ruin that by getting closer. So instead of letting it all out in a one hit-or-miss swoop, I just let my feelings trickle out through jests, playful shoves and silly nothings. It all was so nice.

Too bad it can't last forever. I can't last forever. I've got to let it all out sometime soon...

After a recent mixed-emotion type of a turn of events, I half-expected her to change. But Milky was still Milky. I still got to do all those sweet nothings with her and her with me. What we had, what he have is special.

But can it last? Maybe we've come this far because she really isn't aware of what she is to me.

Maybe not. I was one of the choices, after all.

Sigh...

I'm pressured to tell her I love her. I know that it's still too early for this but competition has appeared and I'm afraid I'm going to lose her. Unless I do something.

Should I? Should I not?

Time passes and the milk gets spoiled. I hope I get to tell her. I love her. I know I do.

Those sweet silly nothings aren't just nothing after all...