We dated,
it was weird,
I could tell something was wrong.
You said goodbye,
I did too,
and I felt so confused.
I didn't mean to not feel,
you just weren't the one,
then sometime we started talking again.
And then I found out
why.
You began by saying
you had a secret,
a deep, dark one that no one could know.
And for hours you tested me,
made me swear
to never tell.
Then you said it.
And everything made sense.
And now look at you,
opening up to the world around you,
looking at the hopes I have for you,
I am proud of you.
I am proud of you.
I am proud of you.
You have so far to go,
but you've come so far already.
I love you,
but platonically,
like a brother,
the one that I never had
to look up to.
So thank you,
and remember,
I love you
and I'm proud of you,
so very proud.
To a dear friend and all that he has gone through in the past two years, thanks for being there when I needed a shoulder and thanks for everything you've taught me about life.