He is always with someone else. Except for me. He notices everyone. Except for me. He loves everyone. Except for me. He goes out with everyone. Except for me. Everyone loves him. INCLUDING me. Everyone gets a chance with him. Except for me. He's my best friend. I'm his best friend. He gets over everyone so easily. I take years to get over someone. He flirts with all the girls. He makes me think he loves me. He pretends to love me. He dances with me, he holds my hand, he spends time making sure I'm okay when I get hurt, he looks into my eyes just to connect with me, he hugs me as tight as he can, he comforts me when I'm down, he laughs and jokes with me, he spins me around, he runs with me and he sits and talks with me when its just one of those lazy, foggy, depressing days out.






But, I know deep down inside me, he doesn't love me the way I want him to. He loves me, like a sister. I love him as a boyfriend. He holds me to comfort me. I hold him to keep him with me. To keep his warmth next to me. To keep him from leaving. I know he is going to leave someday. I know, I have already foreseen it. I know it is going to happen. He already has a bigger bond with her than with me. It is going to happen. But, he's my best friend…