Me and you are friends. You come to me with your problems and troubles and like the good friend I am I listen. I give you advice and tell you hard times won’t last forever. You say that you know, give me a hug and walk away…and the moment you walk away I hate myself. I hate myself for not being able to tell you my problems and how I’m feeling. Trust me, it’s not because I don’t want to, it’s because it’s about you. I have never genuinely liked someone the way I do you. I want to tell you but I just…it doesn’t matter, you have a girlfriend anyways.