I love you.
And not not in a friendly way, although I think we’re great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I’m sure that’s what you’ll call it.
(And it’s not because you’re unattainable.)
I love you. Very very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being and I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you’d ever consider. But I had to say it.
I just can’t take this anymore. I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are.
And I know this will probably queer our friendship -no pun intended- but I had to say it, because I’ve never felt this before, and I don’t care, I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can’t hang out anymore, then that hurts me.But God I just..I couldn’t allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And you know I’ll accept that. But I know, I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, that means you feel something too.
All I ask please is that you just do not dismiss that and try to dwell on that -at least for ten seconds-. There isn’t another soul on this planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it’s there between you and me. You can’t deny that.
Even if you know, even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I’m forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me.