You make me feel like I am the one in the world, like there is no other for you. You make me think that I am the one you've ever loved most. Don't ever frown, you're my bestfriend though I don't feel the way you do about me. Sad isn't it? I feel as if so and the repelling fear against our friendship dying like a flower in the bare desert. It's still warm when you're away, but you tell me. Are you cold when I'm away? This shit is crazy, wild. I don't know what overcomes this, but you, this is inexplicable, disatrous in fact. Tell me these things, you make me happy, you're my best friend. I don't like the thought of you having this outrageous feelings for myself. I can't help it, but only if I could. Incredible young love, I am so distressed. You make me feel guilty, thanks so much. I am so, utterly apologetic. You don't understand.