The hardest part is being
around him knowing you can't have him and he'll never want
you.
Dearest boy, I can't just drift away from you, I can't get
on with my life and not give you a second thought. When I kissed
you that night, walking away stopped being an option. Even though
I've stopped "liking you" every time someone mentions
your name my head turns towards them. It's like every time I
hear it, I think of what we had, and all we could have had.
Sometimes I look at you... and you seem to be looking back at me...
but sometimes you look away... like you're afraid of what might
happen if you look a second longer.
I've learned that guys can make the best of friends...
my best friend is a guy, and I can tell him anything and
everything... oh except the fact that I'm absolutely crazy
about him... that part always seems to stay out of our
conversations.