i remember the first day i realized i was in love with you. it was at the party, and she pretended to propose to you with a light up ring. i laughed and clapped, but i had a sinking feeling in my stomach. this wasn't quite right. all i wanted was to put my sleeping bag next to yours that night. to chat the night away. we were the last ones up. you showed stuff about this scary video game you liked and i didn't go to sleep scared. i never would have been scared. you were there.
last year was my last year hanging out with you. i tried to make every second with you last. because i was leaving. i might still see you every month or so, but i thought this was going to break us apart. as really good friends. breaking the possibility of something more.
you don't love me back. you like him. but there's no reason you should be in love with me. because i'm too scared to tell you what i feel. if you don't know that i feel this way, why should you reciprocate those feelings? but we weren't broken apart like i thought we would be. we still talk. a lot. and that? that really makes me happy. because even if we were together, i might not feel like i was enough for you. but for now, or forever if i can never get these words out of my mouth to you, i don't care if i'm never your girlfriend and you're never mine. you're one of my best friends. i'm happy- no, amazing- staying right here.