Today is the second day. I only have three more days until death.

This is my second confession. 

We became friends after a few weeks. We hung out together all the time. You accepted that I was gay. 

And then you told me, that you weren't. You were into girls. 

I replied with a soft smile and said, "I know."

Deep down it hurt. But it's okay as long as we were friends.

Then she came. 

You fell in love with her. 

And I was happy for you. 

You spent a lot of time with her.

I watched by the sidelines and felt happy for you. 

Yes, it hurt. Deep down, I was hurt. But I had to respect your wishes. 

You were in love with her. Very in love. 

We didn't hang out as much anymore. 

You gave her a lot of attention. 

Sometimes, you declined my offer to hang out even though I asked you before she did. 

My heart hurt, but I put on a smile, and replied, "It's okay."

Again, I stood by the sidelines and watched as you laughed together. 

You smiled a lot around her. 

The smile I really liked. 

I really missed that smile.

Ever since she came, I frowned a lot and my heart hurt.

It took me a while to realize why. 

I was jealous.