You’re my best friend and I’m absolutely in love with you. You don’t know because you’re conveniently in love with one of my other best friend. She even noticed, and you’re the reason her and I are having issues. But I’m not mad. Because I only care about you. It hurts, you know? Knowing you don’t feel the same, nor will you ever because I’m not like your type of girl. You are this amazing person that I trust so much and I believe in everything you do. Even though you are terrible at basketball and I tease you, I believe that if you wanted to you could be in the NBA. I believe you could be a comedian, a dancer, a doctor, but what you really are. What you are right now, is my foundation. You help me stand tall and get through the days. <\/p>\n
You’re not dead or anything, but I can’t have you. You could be standing right next to me and sometimes it’s like you’re not even there. That’s okay. I’m okay. I’m not sad, I’m just hurt, and that’s okay. Pain comes and I can get through it. I may be hopeless, but I’m not dead. Thank you, loser, for being there to catch me while I’m falling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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