i.
being friends for the longest time, you’d think you’d know every single thing about your best friend. and for my part, that was (still is) true. I knew her favorite color, her favorite sweater, the way she liked her coffee in the morning, how she liked her steak cooked, and the list stretches even further than a mile away. but did she know me like I knew her?
did she also know how I liked my coffee in the morning, how I couldn’t sleep unless I had a blanket on, how I’m still very much afraid of the dark, how thunderstorms make me cry, how I quivered at the thought of her leaving me for college? and most importantly, how I like her way more than just a friend.
oh, yuna unnie; where do I begin?
