I love you.

Do you know? You don't. At least, I don't think you know.

I haven't told you.

I remember when I thought I had a chance when you told me you were gay. You said I was the first one you told.

You trusted me so much.

After that, though, you told me you loved him.

I was upset. I was frustrated. I was angry. I was just pissed off at myself and you and him.

That's not your fault though. You can't decide who you love.

I wish you could. Then, I wouldn't have to be in love with someone who doesn't love me.

No, you know what, I couldn't stop loving you even if I wanted to. I could wish it away, but it wouldn't work.

I'm happy for you, I really am.

I told you he was a lucky guy.

I was serious.

It's okay that you like him. That you love him.

But I'll alway love you.

No matter what.