I was your best friend. You used to tell me everything about you and her. I know how much she hurt you, and I know how much you loved her and I know how much she meant ( or still means) to you. I’m just so scared I’m never going to match up to her. I will never mean half of what she meant to you. I will never cause an impact on you the way she did. You will never love me as much as you loved her. Never. I don’t even believe you love me a little, even though you say you do. You have never loved me and you will never love me. My heart hurts. I love you with my entire heart and I wish you felt the same. I know you say you like me too, but obviously not enough. Because if you did, you’d want us together just as much as I do. I know you say you don’t wanna ruin our friendship, and I don’t want to either, but that is the lamest excuse. Ever. I don’t know.