truth is, you’re the one that I like. Not the guy that you set me up with, not the guys that confessed to me, not even my b** of a boyfriend. I still like you and you might never know this and I know you’re straight. I swear it was just a stupid feeling, that I was just confusing platonic love for romantic instead but maybe it’s both, maybe I like you more than that. Though I know I have no chance and I don’t wanna ruin the friendship so I guess just laying in bed with you while I type this out is fine too.