It was so easy to let me go down on you, but so hard to say "I love you" back. You absolutely refused.
And I still loved you.
When I couldn't stand to look at you, because you didn't look at me the same.
And when I'd stay awake because your voice drove me insane.
In a good way. I thought.
"Best friends" was defined different in your dictionary.
Guess things aren't always what they seem.
Smiles are just commercial for "I'll love you, but only if you fuck me."
Hugs were just meaningless embraces to pull me closer.
And we were only okay if you wanted us to be.
I've been lying to myself about everything.
And I said I'd never speak a word of it, but I lied.
That was not love and I guess I'm gonna have to live with that.
I can live with that.
Because I'm finding love in everyone but you.
And I'm hopping back on the life wagon and forgetting everything about you.
I have to get over it and open up because not everyone is going to huirt me.
And if they do, then it was a chance I had to take.
He's got more love now than you EVER had.
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so I'm guessing there's something you haven't told me?
I'm so fucking happy for you and the fact that you're moving on best friend.
You know that no matter what you tell me, I won't judge you. That's not what bestfriends do.
When you hook this one, he'll be good to you, though. I know he will.
I love you best friend.
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