She's one of my closest friends, and honestly, we tell each other everything, we make each other laugh, we help each other through just about everything, we're there for each other when no one else is around. It could be perfect. If only it felt right.
I've known her for like a zillion years. But I think I speak for both of us when I say 'the feeling' just isn't there. I don't get butterflies. I don't constantly think of her. I don't loose sleep over her. I’m not put off eating. When I look at her, I don't have the urge to hold her. The feeling of what I class as love, isn't there.
But in a strange way, I wish it was. She's like the nicest girl I’ve ever met, she's brilliant, we work well together, she's unbelievably good for me. My words could never do her justice. Why in the hell don’t I see her like that?
How can I see the girl that I loved the most like I did, when deep down I knew it would go wrong, I knew it wasn’t ‘forever’. How can I love her. But not my friend? Wait, I do love her, but in a friendship way.
My point is, I know you can’t choose would you fall in love with. I wouldn’t want you to be able to choose. Part of the excitement of love is not knowing where it’s going or is its going to be.
Just in my perfect world, we’d love each other and things would be so wonderfully simple.
I've known her for like a zillion years. But I think I speak for both of us when I say 'the feeling' just isn't there. I don't get butterflies. I don't constantly think of her. I don't loose sleep over her. I’m not put off eating. When I look at her, I don't have the urge to hold her. The feeling of what I class as love, isn't there.
But in a strange way, I wish it was. She's like the nicest girl I’ve ever met, she's brilliant, we work well together, she's unbelievably good for me. My words could never do her justice. Why in the hell don’t I see her like that?
How can I see the girl that I loved the most like I did, when deep down I knew it would go wrong, I knew it wasn’t ‘forever’. How can I love her. But not my friend? Wait, I do love her, but in a friendship way.
My point is, I know you can’t choose would you fall in love with. I wouldn’t want you to be able to choose. Part of the excitement of love is not knowing where it’s going or is its going to be.
Just in my perfect world, we’d love each other and things would be so wonderfully simple.
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