We both had our hearts broken. We were both beaten down, alone, and beside ourselves.

We found comfort in each other, but pulled back when things got too serious. Neither of us were ready, and we knew it.

You gave me support when I needed it, and I don't think you realize what you did. You mainly made me laugh, listened to the complaints, but also gave me space when I needed. You even received the brunt of my heartbreak, and I wish so much I wouldn't have taken some things out on you. I've apologized for that, but I'll never be okay with it.

Time has passed, and I moved on from my heartbreak. I picked myself up and started fresh. But one thing is still there... You. You're still here making me laugh and spending some time with me, but I know you probably only view me one way.

We hang out when I ask. I start the conversations. I ask about your day and make sure you are doing well. I initiate most aspects of our time spent with each other. I'm here giving you everything I can because I unknowingly started to care for you when I was putting myself back together.

I want to spend my time with you, but you don't think of me when you want to make plans. I could talk to you all day long, but it seems you get bored with the conversation. I want to see you throughout the day, but you only think of me here and there throughout the week. I feel you only see me as a friend, and I guess I have to accept that. I'm putting so much into something that's not there, and I can't force myself to stop even though I realize you don't feel the same way.

I made a mistake in the past, but would give you everything you needed and more because that's who I am, but it seems like you don't notice. Or you do notice and you don't care. I feel like you only want me around when it's convenient for you, and I want you to know how much that hurts.

The way you felt when you were having your heart broken is how I feel now. I'm putting so much effort into you, but it's not being reciprocated. Do you want to know the worst part of all this? There could be a teeny, tiny chance that you do care for me, but I would have no clue because you don't tell me things like that.

I hear you mention other girls or the conversations you've had about other girls, and I sit there while I do my best to pretend I'm okay with it. I wish you were talking about me. I wish it was me you wanted to spend your time with. I wish it was me you thought about during the day, and the one you wanted beside you at night. I wish it was, but from the looks of it, it's not. And this isn't me asking for us to jump head first into something, I just wish you would open your eyes to see that there's someone right in front of you.

I wish I could take the advice I have given to so many people and move on from someone who doesn't feel that way about me. Most of all, I wish I didn't care, but I do.