• Ive known a certain person for three years. I saw them as only a friend, I thought he was funny, I thought he was cool. Every day that I saw him I smiled, I looked forward to his company. This one person forced me to feel things I wished I never felt. I now regret knowing him. I know my feelings are rejected before they are spoken. I wish I could be different I wish I could change but I know on the inside is all I can do is stare, wish, pray, and want. I realise I'll never be more than a friend, but I still can atleast find tranquility of the dreams I imagine, the dreams that I wish were true, the stories in my mind begging for his love.
    crying <---- my face when I wrote this.