I love you.

But it's a funny kind of love. I'm so comfortable with you now that I'm almost too comfortable. I feel like I'm kissing my brother when we kiss now. That's why I no longer kiss you, I know you've been wondering. I'm sorry. I love you too much to let you go, but I don't feel the same. The feelings I feel for you are different. I think I have a thing for someone else, too. I'm a horrible person, I know. You deserve better than someone that can't make up her mind. The worst part? He's your best friend.
I'm horrible, I'm horrible, I'm horrible, I'm horrible, I'm so sorry.

I used to think it was because one may develope feelings for someone they are always with, and holding on to them for dear life when they're on the back of that persons snowmobile, would only increase those feelings. But when I rode with anyone else, I didn't feel the need to hold on so tight. Oh God. I couldn't watch the game. I was too busy watching him. And you were there. I should've been with you. You grabbed my hand. but I just wanted to pull away. I should tell you. You deserve to know. Maybe someday you'll read this...