A Love confession
You are my best friend. I'd do anything for you. I'd give up my world for you. Yet, you just act like I'm not enough to be your best friend. I'm just that friend you talk to when you have no one else. I'm always there when you need me, yet you're never there when I need you. I rely on you for my happiness, and everytime you talk about someone else I get jealous. I give up my happiness for the hope that maybe you'll be happy. But, you never will be. You've told me so. So, why do I still do this to myself? Maybe I love you more than either of us even realize. Please don't leave me by myself. I don't think I can live without you.
Anonymous
Maybe she or he feels the same..