Whenever I leave your room to go to the dining hall, or go see my oblivious boyfriend, I tell you that I love you. You always say it back and that is a privilege because you “rarely say the L word ever.” You’re beautiful and funny and wear heels even though you’re 5’8″.
I never got to tell you that I love you more than you love me. And differently than you love me.
I’m afraid it will ruin our friendship.
I will never tell you this because i know that i will never forgive myself for losing you in the process.
I haven’t broken up with him because i think then people would figure me out. And we both know you won’t take the risk.
I can’t be hurt, because i still have you. And always will.