It was your eyes that I love to look at.

It was your smile that I love to see.

It was your touch that I want to feel.

It was your love that never exist.

You were my best friend, a very special one.

We've been by each other's side ever since we were small.

You know all my secrets ... and I know your's.

Or had that fact already changed? Oh, wait. Right, I'm the one who changed it.

There was this one secret that I never told you.

I'm inlove with my best friend,

I'm inlove with you.

I'm sorry that I hid this fact from you ... I just can't imagine how we are now if I didn't.

You won't accept this love, I just know.

You were straight ever since I met you, at least that's what I know.

So, how?

How can I admit the fact that I am inlove with you? 

With my best friend.

With a girl.

I tried giving hints and signs to you, but you doesn't seem to see them.

Are you that dense?

You were ignoring all of my efforts while here I am, scared to death to see your reactions for every action I made.

I don't know if I should be happy or not that you didn't have any reactions about it.

I love you, I really do.

But, should I keep on fighting for this love? Especially when I'm the only one who's fighting for it?

I want to give up.

But giving up means giving up on my love for you, and I can't do that, never.

I'm so tired.

So tired from all of your dense feedback.

When?

When will you give me the reply that  wanted to hear for so long.

Should I just keep on dreaming?

And blind myself from the fact that you can never be mine, and I can never be your's?