Today I realized that you’re never going to love me as more than a friend. We are never going to be a couple. We’ll never fall asleep together or cook together or plan our futures together because we will never be together. There will never be an us. To you, we will always be friends, best friends. Because even when things end with this girl and I get my hopes up and think “Maybe this is my shot” you’ll already have another girl chasing you before I even get off the couch. And I don’t blame you for that because all those girls are seeing the great guy I know you are, the guy I am in love with. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. That doesn’t stop the heartbreak or the tears or the aching in my body. And it doesn’t make me love you any less. But oh god, I wish it did.
— I have to learn to unlove you.