The more I’m around you, the more I realize that I’ll never be like your other friends. The ones that rub your shoulders to say hello, or do stupid things to get your attention or speak up for themselves amongst the crowd swarming you. You always seem unbothered and fit perfectly in your place in this society. I, however, go from place to place trying to find a group I feel at home in. I’ve only recently found it and I am very happy. But when I’m around your friends, I feel misplaced. Yes, I’ve only known them for a short time, but I thought you would’ve at least introduced me to them. Instead, it’s like I’m not even there. I know that’s not what you may be intending, but what if it is? What if your embarrassed of me? Do you wish I wouldnt follow you around at lunch? Do I look stupid standing there and doing nothing? Are you afraid I’ll say something weird? Should I just pretend I don’t love you?
Maybe so…. it’d be easier for you. I want you to be happy. If that means I’m not a part of your life, I’m willing to leave you alone. I have to keep reminding myself you love me, but only as a friend. But what you told me at camp, you said you’d never told anyone else. I listened. I cared. You listened to me. When I told you I liked you, you werent afraid, judgmental, or silent. You told me that as long as I was respectful of you, that you didn’t mind. I respect you and would never dream of taking advantage of our friendship. I love you. I can’t keep on pretend I don’t care about your homecoming date. She’s nice. At least it’s just for fun, right? Or am I fooling myself? Do you love her? She’s great. Really, I’d be so happy for you both. But it’d hurt to watch. It’s like eating something sickeningly sweet that you thought wouldn’t be. It’s not what you thought it would be, but your still happy with it. You may have paid twenty bucks for it, and gotten something unexpected in return. I put my whole heart in to the texts I sent you after camp explaining the guilt I felt about telling you all these things on my mind. I felt like I made you uncomfortable. I just want you to be happy. Of course, you’ll never see this. And whoever does is probably some f****** sicko who fucks his dog or whatever weird b******* I see on here. Like ya’ll what the actual shitballs is your problem? No one cares.
