I wish you felt about me the way I feel about you. It hurts that even our friends think we’d be perfect for each other and yet you just want to be friends. And yes I’ll be your friend but god I wish we were more. I have never had a crush like this before. And I can’t mourn what once was because we never were. And in reflection I see where if you had wanted me your actions would have been different. But those moments I used to convince myself you felt the same still bring butterflies to my stomach. Regardless of how I feel I don’t want to ruin what we have. So I will go on acting the same, like nothing has changed to salvage what we are now. And I know I need to let you go but there’s still a sliver of me that hopes you change your mind. I will smile and laugh and dance and sing. Maybe something will spark for you that hasn’t yet. Probably not. And for that I will put on a brave face and mourn what could have been.