I love you.

And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way... although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable.

I love you. Very simple, very truly.

You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and that crossing that line is the farthest thing from an option you'd ever consider.

But I had to say it.

I can't take it anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And if bringing it to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I couldn't allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down.

And I'll accept that.

There isn't another soul on this f***in' planet who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it's there between you and me. You can't deny that. And even if we never speak again after this, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me.