What have I done?

When she told me,
I couldn't believe.
For the first time,
She opened her
Heart to me.
She told me,
What she was feeling.
I supported her,
I pushed her,
I almost demanded,
For her to hear her heart,
Has she never did before.
She truthed me,
For the tast of asking.
I went with no fear.
I questioned and demanded
an answer.
And there I knew.
Onces came brave,
Now goes scared.
This evil truth,
Drives me crazy.
To tell? To tell her not?
I've decided.
She neaded to know.
Gentle, small tears,
Came running down
Her face.
She already knew it,
But inside, she didn't.
Seeing her like that,
I realized what I've done.
I've played with the feelings
of a friend,
Like a game or movie.
"What have I done?" I asked.
Was it wrong to tell?
Was it wrong to try to help?...