I love him. I really think I do. But it is a dead end. He likes my friend, and she likes him back. Sure, he loves me. But as a sister, a best friend. I never planned to tell him. I knew my love for him would always be there, but maybe I could learn to love someone else. But then a man I trusted found it his job to tell the man I loved. He told him, but didn't bother to warn me first. I faced him and I knew that he knew. Now I can't face him anymore. I just want to cry. This is my burden to bear, for trying to lighted the load. I have lost two of the most important men in my life. The one who told won't talk to me for fear I will refuse to talk to him. The one I love is too shocked at the sudden news to talk to me. Why do bad things always happen to me because of love? I thought love was the best thing that can ever happen to a person. What am I doing wrong?
