I’m a closet pansexual, and I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend.
I love you. I mean love you love you. I don’t want you to be with him. I want to run away with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to kiss every part of you. F***, I wish you weren’t straight. Although our friendship is intimate, I wish you saw me as more than a friend I wish there was nothing to keep us apart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, going on crazy adventures all around the world and falling asleep in eachothers arms each night.
