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Dec 2010
So, I’m just a. . .friend.
I’m just your down to earth buddy that keeps you company.
Makes you laugh. Makes you happy. Keeps a smile on your face.
So I’m just your friend.
I’m always just the. . .friend.
And sure, I love friends. I’m so happy to have them.
I’m glad to make them laugh. Happy. Smile.
I love just having friends. . .and only friends.
I love making people feel better about themselves, or making their day just a little bit better.
But why though, am I always seen as just-
a friend.
Never anything more. . .never even thought of.
And sure, I’ll get the once in a lifetime friend.
That has considered it. But why is it always someone I-
Just want to be friends with.
And I turn them away. And I hate it.
I hate knowing that someone actually saw something in me.
That they thought of me more than just a friend.
But I can’t feel the same way. And I feel guilty and angry and sad and I just want to run up to you and apologize with everything that’s in me and tell you that I want to be more than just your friend but I cant--!
I hate it. I loathe it. I hate that I can’t make myself feel that way.
I hate hurting my friends.
I hate turning them away.
So please, my friends.
Always think of me as just--
Your friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And find someone else that can give you more than my friendship. . .
Ever could.
Because, forever, eternal, I’ll always be just. . .
A friend.
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'o7
Margaret Sites
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Margaret Sites
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   Drea and Nicole Pierson
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