The words; ‘best friend’

All I have ever done, and all I will continue to do is care about you. Ever since we first crossed paths I have been so completely fascinated by you. You are such a beautiful, intricate and delicate human being. I have felt this feeling once before, and though I know exactly what it is, I can’t bare to let myself feel it, much less tell you about it. But I think you know. Which I guess is the reason we seem to grow further apart the more it becomes obvious. Because I can’t be a part of the picture with feelings so strong, when your world revolves so greatly around him.

Well…

He treats you like absolute shit and reduces you to tears in an instant, then melts you to your knees with his mere cute choice of words the next. You act like everything’s fine but I can barely begin to scratch the surface with you. Well I’m tired of caring and getting cut off and pushed away in the process. If you like being mistreated then that’s fine but I refuse to stand by and watch as he breaks you down to the point of cutting yourself or crying yourself to sleep or to a place where you feel like a worthless nothing. I’ve tried to help, I’ve tried to show you. I’ve done my best to be the best friend I could possibly be. I am completely spent and I’m afraid I have nothing left to say to you.