I love you.
Do you know? You don't. At least, I don't think you know.
I haven't told you.
I remember when I thought I had a chance when you told me you were gay. You said I was the first one you told.
You trusted me so much.
After that, though, you told me you loved him.
I was upset. I was frustrated. I was angry. I was just pissed off at myself and you and him.
That's not your fault though. You can't decide who you love.
I wish you could. Then, I wouldn't have to be in love with someone who doesn't love me.
No, you know what, I couldn't stop loving you even if I wanted to. I could wish it away, but it wouldn't work.
I'm happy for you, I really am.
I told you he was a lucky guy.
I was serious.
It's okay that you like him. That you love him.
But I'll alway love you.
No matter what.
