Flags: Drama, Implied Gay Romance Text Message By Tyloric (Known as Secksy to XoO) Want to? Should I? Not sure. Phone is sitting there. Boundaries. But why? You like him. Yeah. So donâ€™t try too hard. Heâ€™s not gay. Donâ€™t scare him. I wonâ€™t. You sure? Not really. I open the phone, and begin to type. This may be a weird question but- I close the phone. I open it again. Hey man. Would you want too- Close. Open. So I was wonderin- Close. I set it down. Youâ€™re trying to hard. I donâ€™t mean too. You like him too much. Itâ€™s hard not too. Heâ€™s not interested. I know, but heâ€™s still my friend. Youâ€™re killing yourself. I canâ€™t help it. I sigh. I more than like him, I love him. Donâ€™t mean to, just do. Shouldnâ€™t like him, wish I didnâ€™t. Love, it sucks. Canâ€™t think. Really thirsty. I could use some pop. Try water. I hate water. Thatâ€™s stupid. I donâ€™t care. Youâ€™re a heart attack waiting to happen. Iâ€™ll die happy. Youâ€™re not happy. I try to be. The pop tingles my throat, almost burns, as I chug it down. This stuff is a amazing, if not deadly. You shouldnâ€™t ask him. But I want too. Youâ€™re only making it harder. But I love him. You donâ€™t know that. Yes I do. Liar. I open the phone. Hey dude. I was hoping maybe you and me could hand out this Saturday. Not like a date or anyt- Close. That wonâ€™t do at all. Trying to hard. I want to see him. You saw him two nights ago. Thatâ€™s too long. For you. For me. This was torture. You should just tell him. He might not want to be my friend afterwards. Then heâ€™s not worth your time. I donâ€™t care. You want to tell him. Yeah. So tell him. What if he hates me? Then youâ€™ll know he hates you. Open. Hey, man. We need to talk, but not- Close. Open. I have something really freak- Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. I love you. Close. I throw it this time. Donâ€™t take it out on the phone. Itâ€™s a stupid phone anyway. You love that phone. No I donâ€™t. Youâ€™re trying to hard. â€œI canâ€™t help it!â€ I scream it out loud this time. Iâ€™ve never been this confused before. Love isnâ€™t supposed to be easy. Why not? All things worth having are always hard to get. Thatâ€™s fucking stupid. Stupid, but true. I hate this. I know. I love him. I know that too. I feel alone. Youâ€™re not. I know, but it feels like it. Because youâ€™re confused. About what? About what to do. I want to see him. You shouldnâ€™t. I know, but I want too. This will only make it harder. I walk over to it and pick it up. Open. Hey, want to hang out Saturday? I let it sit there in my hand. Donâ€™t do it. If I stop talking to him heâ€™ll know somethingâ€™s up. Then you should tell him. I canâ€™t. Or wonâ€™t? This will end badly. I donâ€™t care. Send. Sent Successfully. A mistake. I know. Now I wait.