Now, it's eight years later, and god is it hard loving you.

First of all, I'm around you all the time, and because you're my best friend, you demand cuddles every night.

But, you don't know that I kiss your forehead or cheek and tell you that I love you once you're asleep.

I know that I should have stopped, but I couldn't help myself, even if there was a voice in my head telling me that "If we were meant to be, we would have been by now."