5 am.

I loved you, I love you. What’s the difference? It doesn’t change a thing. You’d still love her. Even if I told you how I’ve felt from the beginning, you’d still choose her, cause she’s in your heart and I’m not.

I’m nothing more than a friend to you, nothing more than a girl who is cool. I know you love me and care about me, but just as a friend, I’m afraid that’s all I’ll ever be.

I’ve loved you with all my heart, with all my tissues and bones. My brain knows you love her, it has all the proof, but it still isn’t enough for a heart who has seen how you’ve looked at me, how you’ve touched me and grabbed me, how you’ve spoken to me, cared about me, and loved.

She may not know this, but you’re the best guy se could get. Even tho you may look and act like an idiot sometimes, you have a brilliant mind, you have aspirations, you are funny, and have a kind heart, she’d be a fool to let you go.

I may never be yours, and you may never be mine, but I’m surely glad to have met you.

With love, a past love that never occurred.