It hurts

It hurts okay. I’m in the bus, typing as i read a letter from one of my friends. She knows how i feel about you.
Only a few people know about that fact okay. I know you don’t like me and i’m trying so hard not to like you. I am. I really am. I started crushing on other guys. But no.
I told them that you’re like a brother for me. That’s nothing but a lie. Okay.
I guess i should accept the fact that you will never like me.

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