I love you.
I love you so much it hurts.
It hurts so fucking much.
And I think the worst part is that if I told you, you wouldn't call me hormonal,
you'd just call me your friend.
Your best friend.
One of them, anyway.
And that hurts more than anything else.
I'm still not sure if that would be better, or worse than you shutting me out entirely.
But I do know that not being with you kills me a little more everyday.
All I want is to hold your face as I kiss you on the lips,
and burrow myself in your endless warmth.
But I know it would never happen.
I remember that night at my house playing truth or dare with our friends.
"If you had to date anyone here, who would it be?"
That was the question you were asked,
And your answer wasn't me.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to run away and never look back.
But I know that I won't, because you're still here,
and you still love me,
But only as a friend,
And that's what kills me.