• Dear Best Friend,

    by  • August 7, 2010 • Frustration, Love - Pure and Simple, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    I know I can’t make you straight. I know I can’t make you love me. But goddamnit, I’d go to the moon and back if I thought it would help.

    I didn’t hate you when you were interested in her. I didn’t even really hate her, like I told you. I just hated that you wanted her, not me.

    We have this perfect friendship. We tell each other everything, something neither of us had ever done before. But I still want more.

    I know I need to get over it. Over you. But it’s so fucking hard, it drives me crazy. Maybe now that you’re leaving for 6 months, it’ll be easier. Out of sight, out of mind? I doubt it, but maybe.

    I fucking hope so.


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