friends

3 years. That's how long i have loved this beautiful girl. This girl who is strong, intelligent,  and courageous. Though she doesn't believe she is any of these things, I know that she is.

Though I see her nearly every day, its never enough for me. Every time that we part i find myself thinking of her. Of how i want to pull her into my arms. To feel her touch my hand. That i could be the one that could wash away all of her fears and sorrows

She says that we are friends. I get angry because that is all I am. a friend in her long list of friends. so i tease her and taunt her about the things that she says and does. But really i don't mean it. 

many times i have come close to telling her about my feelings. But every-time i do I realize how I'm not good enough for her. How she could do so much better. So i keep my mouth shut and watch as other boys come along and snatch her away from my grasp again and again.

So I will settle.

I will settle for the friendship that she says we have, and become the person she can count on. The person she comes to when she is hurt and doesn't know what to do. The person that will comfort her and protect her from the bad things of this world.

In a way she will be mine, and I will be hers. I will get to hold her and protect her and be the person she leans on.

But never the way I want. I will never feel her kiss. Or hear her say that she loves me. But that's OK.

Because we are friends.