Bye, I love you!
I wish she ment it. This is how every conversation ends with my best friend Amy. We've been friends for 2 years now, and since that first day I saw her, I've had a huge crush on her. When I say huge I don't mean the cute kind of crush were your hands get sweaty when you talk to them; I mean the kind of crush were you forget what ever you were doing before you saw them, and have a weird yearning to hold there hand and see them in your jacket.
Me and Amy were in the same chorus class in eighth grade. We were both a little socially awkward, and naturally became friends. We hung out on the weekends when we could (she was grounded a lot for bad grades).
Amy was perfect. Well... perfectly imperfect. She was pretty weird and loud, but I didn't really mind. She was absolutely gorgeous, and had an awesome voice. She's the kind of person who you could tell them anything and you could tell they were actually listening, and genuinely interested.
So when I got this text for around the thousandth time, I did what I always did; smile like an idiot, then sulk because I know she means it in a different way.
