He likes music and art. He likes games and cooking. He likes dreaming. He's like me. We talk all day til we sleep and start all over. We're best friends.... Because he doesn't feel the same. That's okay, I'll take what I can get as long as I'm near him because I care. I need him in my life now. We're the same.... I think I'm intoxicating myself because sometimes he kills me inside. I can't touch him in the way I want or graze my lips on his. Not even a kiss on the cheek the way I want it to mean
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RomanceJournal of thoughts of a too caring girl in love with her best friend.
