You’re a good friend. You know your boyfriend is cheating on you but your to timid and you succumb to his immature childish way of arguing and stomping off in a huff. And somehow you get made to be the bad one. Here’s the deal. You’re so damn beautiful. Your smile lights up the room for everyone. You are kind and generous and so pure with your actions and words. I have had feelings for you for years. They have finally reached a point where I don’t know what to do. I like you alot. Yes I am married and feel very hypocritical in thos. But here is the deal. I am not going to cheat. I love my wife. You’re an amazing woman and sometimes people come into your life for many different reasons. I wish I could spend a day alone with you. Just us and I could take you out and show you a good time where we would have fun and laugh and at the end I wouldn’t snap at you if I had a bit to drink. If you slipped and fell and hurt your ankle I would take care of you not yell at you and call you a clumsy drunk. I would hold your hand and tend to your ankle. If you wore a dress that smooshed in your b**** I would not tell you that I thought you looked like a 12 year old girl. You were absolutely stunning that night in that dress. Essentially I wish I was single so I could possibly get the chance to date you. No one knows what the future holds. One thing is for sure I want you to be happy.
