So you’re my best friend. That’s right. I care for you beyond my own comprehension, but you’re my best friend. And “one must not fall for their best friends”, so what is it exactly that you’re doing to me? Or that I’m doing to myself. I’m not one to fall for people this easy, you know that very well and I’m sorry but I just feel differently about you. I don’t intend to ruin our friendship but being around you or close to you gives me butterflies. When you talk about those girls, I swear I have no intentions of getting jealous or anything, it just comes naturally for some deranged reason. It’s not like I want a relationship with you, I am very well aware that it’s never going to work that way between us. But I do wish I could bury my head in your shirt and have your arms around me and just…talk or even sit there in silence. But we can’t happen and it’s almost funny because as the tears roll down my cheeks, I’m looking at myself and laughing for being such an idiot.
So here’s to you, dear friend. To the promise of a friendship that means way more than silly fights and random urges. To my solemn oath to always try and protect you, Even though you’re the strongest person I know. And for my affection for you, that will never die.
….to be continued.