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I love you.
And not, 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.
I love you. Very, very simple, very truly.
You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being.
And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider.
But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, 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 I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care.
I like who I am because of...
The rants and raves of a copy/comic book/writer in Manila.