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[EyeLuvMeesun]

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^^ Her name is Carla ^^

Her and I have been friends ever since I came to Michigan. I remember she was the first person to talk to me when I was first trying to learn English. I sat in the front and she sat right behind me in the same row. We used to play all sorts of "pretend" games with each other. We were as tight-knit as any two kids our age could get . I never liked her as more than a friend, but I did however end up falling in love with her best friend, Megan. It was always like that when we were kids (me liking Megan and being her friend all playing together). Back in the days Yu-gi-oh was popular and we'd pretend to be duel monsters and fight (I always cheated and made myself Exodia . That way I never lost ) Back then there was this thing called "getting married" and everyone was doing it so we decided to do it too. I got married to Megan and Carla was the Maid of Honor. We even had a feast going on(we used snacks we had to feed each other lmao). From then on we all went to middle school with each other. I didn't get to have any classes with them in it so I was feeling pretty lonely without my crew with me(no one else wanted to be my friend....I was just "that asian kid"). Soon camp came and I knew I'd see my crew again, because everyone in 6th grade went to camp. Carla managed to catch me in the hallways and told me that she was moving away. She quickly told me that she loved me and said she'll miss me before she left for the office as I hurried for class. I didn't know why she was crying and later on that week I found out....
She told me she was moving, because she was moving that day. I was the last person to talk to her before she left. I didn't even get to tell her good-bye . At camp I tried to have fun with just Megan and me, but it just wasn't the same without Carla. We were both very upset that she had to leave. After camp Megan told me she was moving too, and I was alone from then on. Megan tried her best to keep in touch with me, but eventually she couldn't keep up the calls and I lost contact with her. First Carla and now Megan..... I didn't know what to do. For the remainder of middle school I managed to make a few friends (even though they were with the wrong crowd ).
High school was passing by right before my eyes and before I knew it I was in the 11th Grade.
One day sitting on my computer I was checking up on my myspace account when I received a message from a person who I did not know. The message's title read "Carla Chavez" and the body of it read "Do you know her?". I didn't know who it was talking about at first, but after some moments of thought I realized it may just be the Carla that I lost long ago that the sender was referring to. I immediately replied asking her if this "Carla" knew a person named "Megan". The sender told me that the "Carla" they were talking about coincidentally "did". Attached to the message was an AIM ScreenName. I guessed that the sender gave me her SN to chat on AIM for convenience purposes. Logging onto my account I added the SN and started a chat with them. Chatting for two hours about Carla and everything I remembered about her was something I didn't think I'd ever do with a stranger, but she (the person typed like a female) knew everything I did.
I asked them "Who exactly is this? You seem to know so much about me my past, Megan and Carla....". She replied ".....Brian...., Viet, This IS Carla" (She called me Viet, because that was my name before I got it legally changed and only she would know my real name). I was almost in tears (partially because I was angry that she didn't tell me sooner and that I missed her so much). I told her I had to sign off for a bit and gave her my number for her to call that night if she felt like it. She gave me the "okay" and off I went. Straight to my room to absorb everything that had just happened. My mind was swarming with all the memories of my elementary days and of middle school. Just everything was so overwhelming to me. The next morning she called me to tell me good morning. I didn't tell tell her good morning back, but I did manage to tell her "Why did you cry... when you left that day...?" an awkward silence came and the moment seemed to freeze for an eternity. With a soft voice she told me that she couldn't tell me until she met me in person again. I asked when that would be and she told me "This Saturday".
Saturday came and I waited by my house patiently as time moved around me(we said to meet at my place around 5:00 PM and it was currently 5:02 at the time). A silver Honda Civic pulled up to my street and the driver dropped off a girl. The girl was around 5'2" and wore "Abercrombie" branded clothes. Her hair was dark brown and straight. Her skin was bronzed in complexion as it looked like she had gone tanning. I thought my neighbor had a guest come visit him, but she was walking in my direction. I hid my face, because she seemed to have noticed me staring at her for so long. I was embarrassed, and it really showed. "Brian.... it's me...." came her voice. Oh how I longed to hear that voice again calling my name. A voice of such compassion and trust. One with such a note of beautiful music ringing in my ears. It was actually her...
She had grown so much since the last time I saw her. She has matured a great deal physically and it was hard for me to recognize her if she had not talked. Her hand was on my shoulder now and I could feel her warmth across my back because she gave me a hug. "It's okay now.... I'm here for you now...." She said. I turned and gave her a hug as both of us wept in each others arms. I've never cried for a girl before and believe me.... she made me cry buckets . It was so touching to finally meet my old friend again after such a long time of separation, and loneliness. The void in my heart was finally filled again. We both hung out at a park by my house that day.
At the park we walked around a bit, and decided to finally go on the swings. I offered to push her and she gave me a nob. It seemed like if we were kids all over again, because back then she didn't know how to "swing" on a swing set. I always had to push her . We swung for a bit and walked to our old elementary school. The place was the same as it always was (old and out-of-date). We visited Mrs. Pratt our 3rd grade teacher. "Oh....my...god..... is that you Viet? This can't be...... Carla?" were the first words she said as soon as she saw us come in. We both answered politely "Yes". We reminisced about the good old times and then she asked "Are you two going out?". I answered quickly "No", but Carla was acting shy. After a little more talk we thanked our old teacher for her time and promptly left the premises of the school.
It became late and she had to go home soon. The stars were out in unusually large numbers that night and I could see the moon in it's magnificent crescent shape. We were laying outside on my grass observing the glorious views in the sky. Pointing to the littlest star that was in view she told me, "I'm going to call that little one Viet". I asked her why, and she smiled saying, "Because you'll always be the same little Viet boy I meet so long ago". I laughed and was getting embarrassed again. The question I asked her on the phone popped up in my head again. "Why did you cry when you left that day?" I asked her again hoping this time to get an answer. "....." She said nothing to me. I asked her again, and she put her index finger on my lips saying "shhhhhh".
"I cried......because....." she began to say. "Because?" I asked. "I cried......because..........I've....always.....". "Always what?" I urged impatiently. "I've... always loved you ever since 3rd grade!" she threw her arms around me and began to cry uncontrollably. I didn't know how to react. I was shocked beyond recognition. It was like if I had been able to breath for the first time and a whole new life had opened up to me. Her dad pulled up in my driveway again in his Civic and she knew that it was time to go home. She gave me a kiss and told me to call her tonight and talk. I agreed and laid there still in shock. Was what she said really true? Could she have loved me since back then and not tell me? How could she love me for so long and I not notice any of her feelings towards me? How could I have been so blind? So many more questions ran through my mind and I decided to call her to get the answers.
She told me everything. From how she felt when I got married to her best friend and how she and Megan used to always fight with each other about who loved me more. So many secrets that I wasn't aware of. It was hard to take in. We talked for 6 hours that night and I ended up not sleeping very well with so many things on my mind. I'm still talking to her as of today. She still has these feelings for me. I just realized I had these feelings for her. Is it worth it to risk our friendship to start a relationship with each other?

This is like 5-6 months ago that I talked to her again.

Advice anyone?