Everytime you talk to me I remember how much I love you. And every time we say goodnight I remember that you love him. And i’m sorry that I love you but I can’t help it the same way you can’t help loving him instead. And i’ll always be here. Waiting for it to be my turn. And it never will be my turn will it? I’ll always be your friend won’t I? Nothing more. Nothing less. Just friends. But it’s ok, i’ll see you tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. And all the days to come. Even if I only see you as a friend, it’s better than not at all.