Being “one of the guys” sucks. I’m your girlfriend, only in the sense that I’m a girl, and your friend.
I love the way your face lights up when you are talking about something you love. I love how i can tell you anything, well, almost. I love you.
I hate that, out of everyone who has known me, you are the only one who can’t tell that I’m in love with you. I hate seeing you with another girl, but I know that you’re happy. I hate the fear of not being able to tell you, Because there is no way you could ever feel the same.
I love you.