I can’t get you out of my head. And I’ve certainly tried not to think of you, but it’s useless. I shouldn’t be attracted to you. We’re good friends, and all of our friends are friends. Anything more than friendship is just another unnecessary complication, right? You’re not perfect, but it’s not like I can judge that. My close friends know I like you, to my dismay. I think another friend has caught one too, so why is it so hard for you to see it? We spend more time together than anyone else, and it’s always comfortable and easy to be around you. The closeness actually kills me sometimes; we’re so close in proximity, but you’re so oblivious to what I’m thinking.
You’ve said before how I’m much smarter than you, but that’s a lie. You’re one of the smartest people I know, but no one would even guess because of your modesty. You’re not embarrassed by much of anything; your confidence in yourself and where you’re going in life is so attractive.
These feelings for you grew slowly, but they’ve been there for quite some time. I’m not one to make the first move, especially in our case. Maybe it would’ve been better if I made a move before we were as close, when I didn’t have our friendship to consider. Unless any miracles happen, I guess friends is all we’ll ever be. But for now when you play those love songs on your guitar, a million what-ifs will be going through my head.