My Once-in-a-blue-moon Confession...

HE. IS. OFF. LIMIT.

No, I'm not talking about Mr. H. This was the line I keep saying to myself since the day I found out about his break-up with his girlfriend almost a month ago. He seemed to be happier now, thus convincing the rumors that their relationship won't last long.

Not surprising, I was one of the ones saying that two years ago.

He was too ignorant, she was too controlling. He was caring, but more so to other people than her. She was possessive, and more so with him.

But more importantly, he loves me just like a younger sister. Not someone more, which frustrated me the most.

A friend told me that now was my chance to get him, or at least, get closer to him.

I denied, of course, by saying we were nothing more; just siblings. But no one knew, how I would do almost anything to change that simple statement.

More than anything else.

He was faraway from her, but faraway from me as well. He avoided her, but did not avoid me.

That confused me like hell.

There was once I wanted to ask him; who was I to him, what was our relationship to him. But I could not, for the fear of anything that linked us together for these three years.

To my 'brother': I know you won't have a chance to read this, but I love you. Just in what way... I can't even say, let alone to spell it. Thank you for just being there, close enough to be an important person to me, but not close enough to be the most important one.