I've no doubt you're a wonderful person.
Actually, that's a blatant lie.
I flipping love you. When you smile it makes me grin. When you crack a joke, it's hilarious, and I can't help but laugh and laugh and laugh and all of our friends think we're crazy and that's perfectly, perfectly fine. Your new classes make you look super cute. You're attractive, wonderful, crazy fun, and if I had to pick anyone to have an epic lightsaber battle in a toy aisle with-- if I had to pick anyone to ride the Vortex with me-- if I had to pick anyone to storm Chuck E Cheese with-- it would be you. They would all be you.
You are fabulous, and I adore you.
But I don't love you like that. And if you ever told me that, I would be beyond heartbroken, because you are a wonderful human being. You're precious. We have amazing times together. But I'm not for you, and you're not for me.
I wish I could say I was, if you'd want it, because then you would be happy.
But I couldn't ever say that. We're the best of friends.
But we're just friends, and that's all.
Anything more . . . well. That would just mess everything up, and I would rather die than ever give you false hope of anything more than the craziness we are together every once in a while.
You've got a princess.
I've got a prince.
But I'm not yours.
You're not mine.
We just both happen to be royalty.
And thanks for all the marvelous times. I'm glad this never has to be said aloud, and that you make my day. For that I am ever so grateful.
HAHAHA Classes meaning glasses, duh. Because NaNoWriMo kills my ability to spell. Sorry 'bout that, guys... but it says no editing.
Just thought i might clear that up.
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