I get it. You don’t want to be around me sometimes. I annoy you every once in a while. Maybe you’re just too busy; maybe I’m just not as interesting as I hoped to be to you. Obviously I’m not that good looking. But you talk to me, sometimes. You respond to my texts; you’re as friendly as you can tolerate me in person. You even seek me out at the concerts, churches, and restaurants that we both seem to run into every once in a while. I don’t know why you even try, because you never do any time else. But I still want to be your friend, no matter how least attractive I am to you. I still want to share fun moments, the ones that only we can share. As nice as your friends might be, I like being around just you. And yes, after all of that, I still think you’re beautiful. You will never erase that from my mind, as much as you think you hate hearing me say it. But trust me, I know in your heart that you never hear it enough. Because I’m afraid of the day when I won’t be able to tell it to you anymore – when life as we know it will force us to part ways. I’ve never tried to hurt you, and I never will. But I wish you believed in me as much as I believe in you.