you are my best friend. You're the only one who gets genuine laughter from me, and I used to be in love with you. I'm not sure what you are to me now, but I know that to you I am only a friend, and that's okay. I tell you about the girl I like and you tell me about your girlfriend and that's enough, but I cant help but wonder if I had told you how I felt all those years ago when I first felt it, because i know you did too, but i let it die out, and you're happy now.