I miss you.  I would be a liar if I didn't admit that.  This is the messiest breakup I've ever dealt with, and its only a testament to my feelings for you and us that I'm even putting myself in the position to continue dealing with it.

All my friends say I'm stupid.  My parents would probably flip if they found out we talked, if they found out what I still hope for against my better judgment.

*, I know what you're doing.  You will never go against them, never, how could I be so stupid?  You miss me, I believe that, but you're taking advantage of me.  But how come you don't have to care about me the way I care about you.

this is just friends to you. 


isn't it?
Go ahead, admit it.

You will never be my Romeo and I will never be your Juliet because you can't decide that you need me - as more than a friend, as everything I am, as everything we could be.