It's always been you. I miss talking to you everyday, I took it for granted. It's not the same now - it's difficult to keep a conversation going - we've drifted. I miss getting the bus with you everyday. I was so close to telling you that I liked you in back in January, but that's when you announced that you and her had started dating. It was stupid of me, but for a moment I actually thought you liked me, but I was proved wrong. Part of me thinks to just tell you all of this - what have I got to lose? But from time to time, we walk past each other and smile. I think if I told you about my feelings for you, maybe the smiles would stop. There was never an 'us' - but I wish there was.