I wish I could tell you how I really feel. Though you’re my best friend, I’ve gotten closer to you in the past few months than I have my friends I’ve had for years. I love the talks we have, and I don’t want to make it weird. I don’t care that you’re a different race. I don’t care that you’re older than me. I don’t care that we’re almost opposites. You make me feel comfortable with everything. You make me feel better about myself. You make me feel beautiful; inside and out. I hate that my other friends can’t understand our relationship. I hate that they wouldn’t accept anymore than what we are; but at this point, I don’t care. You make me feel comfortable. I don’t want to lose you.