| | 15826 | | I'm in love with my oldest and best friend. i can't tell him because i think he will reject me. in fact, i'm almost positive that he will reject me. the thing is that the older i get the more i appreciate what we have. i look for it with every guy i meet. it's terrible. i look at pictures of us and i think, "why couldn't we just get it together and see how unstoppable we could have been?" i'm sick about this. the regret over the time that has gone by, the people i wasted myself on, the time we spent away from each other. it haunts me. his face haunts me. our memories haunt me. we have millions. MILLIONS.
i'm sick about this.
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