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This is something that I will never tell you. Actually, it's something I can't ever tell you. I know that, if you heard this, you'd hate me forever. And I don't know if I could take that.

Truth is, I love you.

I don't want to say it was love at first sight, but it was. You were the only one ever to approach me. You made the decision to talk to me, to get to know me, to be my friend. I always had to try so hard to make an impression, or else I'd fade into gray. But you were different. You treated me better than anyone else ever had.

I feel like I can be me around you. Not someone with a mask trying to entertain, and not someone too paralyzed to say anything. I'm not quiet around you. I'm not weird around you. I'm not pathetic around you.

But it's not just what you do for me.

You're so beautiful, even when you say you're not pretty. You're so smart, even when you tell me you're not. And you're so damn cute sometimes, I can't stand it.

You probably get all that a lot, though. Your boyfriend's probably a really nice guy, but he's the reason I haven't said any of this before.

When I first felt these feelings, I thought they were wrong. I scolded myself, told myself to find someone else. But they kept coming back. I met other people, but you were always there too.

More and more, I wanted to be the one at your side. I wanted you to be at my side. I wouldn't care if no one else was around us; in fact, I would prefer that.

It's jealousy I feel. Whenever you talk to anyone else, or whenever you're out having fun without me, I wish that, instead, you were with me and I was with you.

I want to be with you. The only one.

But you'll never know. Because I'll never tell you.

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This is something that I will never tell you. Actually, it's something I can't ever tell you. I know that, if you heard this, you'd hate me forever. And I don't know if I could take that.

Truth is, I love you.

I don't want to say it was love at first sight, but it was. You were the only one ever to approach me. You made the decision to talk to me, to get to know me, to be my friend. I always had to try so hard to make an impression, or else I'd fade into gray. But you were different. You treated me better than anyone else ever had.

I feel like I can be me around you. Not someone with a mask trying to entertain, and not someone too paralyzed to say anything. I'm not quiet around you. I'm not weird around you. I'm not pathetic around you.

But it's not just what you do for me.

You're so beautiful, even when you say you're not pretty. You're so smart, even when you tell me you're not. And you're so damn cute sometimes, I can't stand it.

You probably get all that a lot, though. Your boyfriend's probably a really nice guy, but he's the reason I haven't said any of this before.

When I first felt these feelings, I thought they were wrong. I scolded myself, told myself to find someone else. But they kept coming back. I met other people, but you were always there too.

More and more, I wanted to be the one at your side. I wanted you to be at my side. I wouldn't care if no one else was around us; in fact, I would prefer that.

It's jealousy I feel. Whenever you talk to anyone else, or whenever you're out having fun without me, I wish that, instead, you were with me and I was with you.

I want to be with you. The only one.

But you'll never know. Because I'll never tell you.