He jokes about everything.
He tells me I'm in love with him.
Little does he know, he's right.
Next to Angela.
Dreaming about what it would be like. If he was mine.
That'll never happen.
We used to be such great friends.
We would laugh, and joke, text.
All the time.
Then he found out.
That three little words.
Could ruin a friendship.
I miss him.
I miss the 'good morning' texts.
And the friendly 'I love you's'
I miss the moments. When time would stop. Everytime we hugged.
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