You and I are friends.
That is all we will ever be.
Snow falls and I wish you are with me.
I read a funny phrase in a book and think,
You would like that.

But I cannot bring myself to talk to you.
I had my chance and squandered it.
I feel like I am writing a narrative.
A narrative where I am the maid of honor at my best friend's wedding....
And you were the groom.

I wish only for your happiness.
And I swear to be a loyal friend until the end.
You will never see my tears that I spent over you.
You will never hear of this poem I wrote for you.
You will never notice the heartbreak I feel every time I see your smile.

I need to say something and I need to say it now.
I maybe could've loved you.
I maybe wished that you could be my first kiss.

But I need to get over you.
But I need you to see that I care for you more than I ever thought I could.
But, as I tear my heart from my chest and crush it to sand, I need to let go.
I am trying to let go.

I am letting go.

Okay, maybe I need a drink.
One more cup of coffee with you in my mind.
Then I will let go...