"As I came down from a high today I realized.
I saw a picture of you and I felt it, my heart stopped.
I was scared of you.
I'm leaving because I won't do this again.
I can't love someone who will never love me the same way.
I keep loving the wrong people, the people i'll never be good enough for.
I know I'm just not enough. I make you miserable, even when we aren't together.
Those other girls though, the girls who make you happy, they're enough.
I look at her and I know I can't compare.
She's prettier, slimmer, nicer. She's a real girl.
Me?, I'm just your friend.
I've always just been the friend though, right? Because I've never been good enough for anyone to have been more than that."

-An Excerpt from a Book I'll never write #33