I still think of you as one of my best friends and favorite people. Someone beloved and important. Family, practically. But thats not how you see me, and its painful. I’m someone you can take or leave, a friend but no one overly close or that special. I felt pathetic begging to meet up, and near tears watching you scramble for reasons why I was not worth your effort, or time. I’m not ‘enough’ and you always seem to have one foot out the door… I don’t know if thats something I will ever get used to. I want to be important too, and I want to matter. I want so much to be your best friend too…and i’m not. Then there’s that tiny crush. I suppose that puts the nail in the coffin now you now I think you’re beautiful. Sigh

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