I use to walk extra slow in the hallways just so you could catch up with me so we could talk. I used to wait by my locker for as long as possible just to get a chance to see you.Running into me at school all those times was not an accident 🙂
Those car rides and walks were some of the best times I spent with you. I literally thought you were the best thing out there.
And now you consider me your best friend 🙁 I know I know I should be happy about this but I not because I’m the one you talk to boys about and you say oh he’s cute, why are all guys so stupid, or I wish more guys were like you. And it hurts because I like you A LOT. And when you call my house at 10 o’ clock at night and I pick up and you are crying about your parents are fighting, how you miss your previous boyfriend even though he was an ass, how you feel pathetic or how you can’t get a job. I’m there for you and that’s no accident it’s because I want to be there for you all the time.
You know how hard it is when you say “I’m fat”or “I’m not tan” for me not to say you a perfect the way you are you look amazing and any guy would be lucky to have you.
And everybody at school thinks we are going out seriously I’ve been asked at least 50 times. Even my two best friends asked me if I was secretly dating you….and I really really wish I could say yes but I can’t because we are “best friends”.
I’m trying not to see you as much so I can move on because every time I see you I fall in love with your smile or your amazing personality and forget about trying to move on.