I know that I look forward to every minute I spend with you. And that it’s never enough. And that I cherish every moment we get to talk because I realize all of the things I have in common with you that I don’t have in common with anyone else. And I like the way you laugh. And I like how frustrated you get when people don’t see it your way, but you hold your tongue because you’re just that polite. And maybe you won’t look at me the way you look at her. Probably never. And I wouldn’t expect you to. And I know it would be wrong if you did. But I wish you would once. I wish you would think “I really want to talk to her, because I know she’d understand me right now”. Because I would. I would understand everything you’re saying and I would listen. I didn’t realize what I felt at first, but I realized what had happened a few months ago. I started to have feelings for you. It was just friendship at first, and then when I hear you speak, you say exactly what I wouldn’t, or couldn’t. And you have so many emotions beneath what seems like someone so lighthearted. She’s just not right for you, and you’re not right for her. We could be together… maybe. Okay, no. We could never be together. I can’t have you. Because I’m not pretty enough, or enticing enough; I’m not an innocent virgin and I get awkward in public. And also, I’m your girlfriend’s best friend. And despite how I feel, I’d never hurt her like that. But that could just be my cover for the fact that I know she’s better than me. Not in how she see’s life, but in how she’s seen in general. The pretty, funny, cute girl with strict morals and a keen fashion sense. That’s just not me. So I’m sorry. Sorry that I can’t have you or even try. Sorry that I wish you’d look at me differently. Sorry that I’m even considering being with you when it would hurt my friend. Sorry I’m falling in love with you.