"Just look at me!" I yelled above the clouds, "Look at me as if I'm the one you love, the one you want to be with." I fall on my knees to the jagged ground, cutting skin. My voice gets quiet and shaky, "Please."

Still sitting on my knees, my legs begin to go numb. I lower my face into my hands and start to cry. Would it be selfish to say I wanted more? I've always wanted more. more Mark, more than what we have. "Mark, I want you. Only you. It's always been you."

You're right though, I only deserve what I can get. Mark's this amazing guy with not only personality, but looks. He's all around perfect, and I'm all around ordinary. He is my best friend, and this is as close as I can possibly get to his heart.

I stand up, almost falling due to the numbness in my legs. I wipe the tears away, however my cheeks are still stained. My throat hurts from the screaming that took place earlier, at least this can be fixed with some warm, honey-mixed tea. You can't fix something you can't see, such as a heart.

Making it back to my small apartment, I get into the shower to sober up my drunk thoughts. Stepping out of the shower, I wrap my towel around me and walk to my bedroom. I glance out into the living not thinking much about it and continue walking. I begin to get dressed as my door starts to open, I run to it and shut it, a bit frightened.
"(y/n) what's wrong, what are you doing?" It's Mark's voice, a wave of relief washes over me, but at the same time I'm nervous.

"Jesus Mark; I'm gettting dressed! Can't you knock?! I knew I shouldn't have given you an extra key!" I feel his force from the other side vanish, he let go of the door, and I locked it. A smile creeps onto my face after hearing him chuckle. Though, his laugh seems heavy, as if something is bothering him. Knowing something is wrong, I hurriedly get dressed, then open the door to reveal his pefect features,

I look into his eyes and give a genuine smile. "What's bothering you?" I say poking him, trying to lighten the mood.

He pushes my hands away and I start walking to the couch and sit, him next to me.

"Lemme guess, girl problems?" It always was with him, and he always came to me for comfort or help.

"Not necessarily a problem this time, this time, it's good news. I wanted to share it with my best friend first." He pushes me on the arm as I fake a smile

"Tell me what's good then, talk away!"

"She's the full package. She gets me. She's smart. She's gorgeous. She's generous and sweet. She's everything anyone could ask for. I really like her."  Every word he said hurt. He talked about her like she was everything great in the world. His eyes lit up as he spoke.

That's how I see you Mark, you. You are everything to me, Mark, everything good, everything bad. You're not stupid, I know, but have you honestly still not realized my feelings for you?

My fingers started to fumble, I bit my lower lip, holding back tears with all the strength I had. Mark waved his hand in front of my eyes, thinking that I was in space, which I was.

I snapped my eyes to his, staring deeply into his perfectly brown eyes.

Can you read what I'm saying Mark? Do you know what I'm trying to tell you? Keep looking into my eyes, and maybe you'll fall in love with me too.

"Are you alright?" I turn my head to where I wasn't facing him anymore, with tears forming in my eyes.

"Yeah , I'm fine." My voice betrays me as it gets shaky, telling Mark I'm clearly not ok.

"What's wrong?" He puts a hand on my shoulder to turn me around, but before he could, I turned myself and placed my lips on his.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I kissed him for a bit longer. My hands cupped his perfectly carved jaw-line, his lips were a soft as silk. His mouth was warm, and tasted like home, I was homesick.

I pulled away and didn't look at his face, but at my trembling hands. Softly, I whisper,

"I love you Mark Tuan. I always have, always will. You're my best friend.. and I ing love you.." I trail off, sniffling, still lightly crying.

"Mark, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I-"

I feel Mark's lips on mine, one last tear rolls down my cheek as I close my eyes. I sit there enjoying the moment, all while being stunned. A small smile of relief creeps onto my face.

He pulls away long enough to say those four words I longed to hear from those sacred lip of his.

"I love you too." He pecks my lips,

"I love you." He kisses me and repeats the pattern.

"I love you." *peck*

"I love you." *peck*

"I love you." This time, before his mouth can collide with mine, I stand up and run around the coffee table, he chases me.

After a little while, he grabs me by my waist and spins me so that I'm facing him. He uses his index finger and thumb to lift my chin, now I'm looking into his eyes. One of his hands are supporting my lower back.

"Earlier, when I was describing that girl, I was telling you about yourself. You didn't let me finish, only then would you realize you were the one I've always needed." He smiled and kisses me passionately, my fingers running through his hair. Eyes closed, kissing my soulmate,

I was finally perfect too.