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I’ve liked you since September last year, and you know that. I told it to your face, and you said it was ok. You told me I was your best friend, and I was happy. You told me everything about your life, and it made me feel closer. The last day of school, you told me to my face that you loved me, but aren’t ready for a relationship like this. My heart fluttered. During finals the next week, we hung out together alone for an hour, and then I drove you home, and you told me you loved me, hugged me, and went in your house. 2 1/2 weeks later, I haven’t talked to you. You really consinder me your best friend? You really love me? So THATS why you have a boyfriend and never talk to me outside of school. You can’t even walk down the street. I know you live literally in walking distance of me, so why don’t you just come and even hang out? I love you to death, but sometimes, I can’t believe what you do [or DONT do] to me.
