I may never get to tell you this but I love you. It hurts knowing the first person you've ever loved and cared so deeply about is talking to a different girl romantically. Part of me wants to be mad at you for it, but why should I? You don't choose who you like. I just wish I was her. I just wish I could make you as happy as you make me. If only you looked at what you had right in front of you instead of her.