"You've been in love with me since ninth grade?" I tried to whisper calmly but my heart was jumping around like a mentally disturbed person who just escaped from a mental asylum.
Max loved me since so long and I was so clueless about it.
'That's because he never told you, idiot!' my conscience nagged.
Right, he never told me. I couldn't help but wonder why?
"I- I mean no! Uhmm... Yeah! No wait I mean no! Shit! This is s- so fucking hard. I mean like fuck! I started liking you back then but that feeling soon developed into something much more.... " he trailed off with a frown appearing on his face.
"Does that make any sense?" he asked slowly and quietly as if he was talking to himself. It's nice to know that I'm not the only idiot. He talks to himself too. I think everybody does it.