Lucasnova Stories

I grew up watching him, and he watched me grow. He was always-kind, dependable, just within reach, yet never mine to hold. To him, I was just Ira's best friend, the little girl next door he cared for like a sister. But to me, he was everything. He's nice. He's so nice to me. But he's nice to everyone, I whispered, holding my wine, the weight of unspoken words pressing against my chest. All this time, I have buried this secret in my heart, wondering if I will ever have the courage to tell him-tell him that I loved him before I even knew what love was.