I'm too much of a coward to say this to him. So, I'll say it here. Regardless of how you feel about me, you are my best friend. You know the darkest parts of me. The only person I've told my secrets to. I love you. I'm in love with you. This isn't a lustful kind of love. It's a genuine kind. I know, and love you for the psychopath you are. I know your insecurities. Just as you know mine. It kills me to see you in such pain. I want to make it better. I want to run away from everything with you. I see you in my future, even if just friends. So don't be surprised by the fact I get upset when you tell me you're going to be leaving. I wasn't invited to go. I know I'm nowhere near as important to you as you are to me. Yet, I can't help but feel this way. I knew you were going to be a very important person in my life when I met you. Even though I know you don't see me the same way. You're caught up in this sham of a relationship. Finally opened your heart up to girl after two years and she's just tearing you apart. She provides no support for your dreams and only thinks about what she want in that moment. She doesn't see you in her future and has barely put forth any effort into your guys relationship. I'm feeling many kinds of emotions when it comes to this whole situation. Anger, sadness, fear, jealousy, frustration. But I know I'm "not your type." I still feel the way I do for you, and I know it's silly, or even maybe straight up dumb, but it's how I feel.