You've been there for me since the day we met.
A while ago,
I pushed you aside like trash.
I still don't know why.
But, a few months ago,
I dreamed I was dying,
but you were there with me the whole time.
I don't want to lose our friendship.
If that was to happen,
something inside of me would die.
There was a time,
when we were more than friends.
And, hey, who knows?
Maybe that time, new and refreshed,
lays ahead of us.
I love you.
(Take it any way you want.)