You’re my best friend. You’re my everything. I wake up every day wanting to look into your blue eyes and tell you how much I love you, but I can’t. Someone stands in our way, keeping us from being together. Just to sit by your side and only be your best friend would mean the world to me, but still her insecurities keep us apart. You’re not allowed to see me so instead we sit with computers and the world between us when you’re only thirty minutes away.
It breaks my heart every time I think of the space between us. And every time you mention her name I can feel daggers being stabbed deep in my chest. And it would be okay if my feelings weren’t reciprocated. But to be loved back by my best friend hurts more than it should.
I’m constantly thinking of the what ifs. We never fight, we never argue, we rarely disagree. We fit perfectly together. Our similarities are uncanny and our flaws are forgivable. We make sense. I stay up at night thinking of how perfectly we would be together. I would never ask or expect anything of you but you would do it all anyways because you know me as well as you know yourself. It would be as effortless as breathing, you and I. But there’s someone who comes before me.
As I think back upon our relationship, I realize that although my feelings have always been perfectly clear, I’ve never come out and said exactly what I wanted. Here’s my chance to tell you what I’ve desperately been wanting to say. And as much as it’ll feel good to finally let it out, the hard part is knowing that even if you end up reading it, you’ll never do what I ask.
So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
You’ll always be my best friend. And you’ll always be the love of my life and my other half. You’re the most important person I have. But I’m tired of being a close second. I want my chance at happiness too.
Your baby, your wifey, your best friend, and hopefully someday so much more….