Please Tell Me.

"no matter how great of a friend you are, no matter how nice you are to someone, no matter how hard you try to be there for someone, no matter what the situation, you have to realize in this life that not everyone is going to like you, even when you would be there for them no matter what, because to them, you will never matter."

That was your Facebook status yesterday... Who were you referring to?  I want to know.   When I read it I had you in mind.  As more than a friend.  I wish you knew how I felt.

Maybe you do know.  Maybe you feel the same.  Would you just tell me, please?

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Yesterday, I was talking to you.  About how my 4.0 was ruined since you were talking about how yours was about to be ruined.  Why are you so smart?  You deserve to be valedictorian whether or not you have that 4.0.  I was telling you my story when we should have been singing in Chamber Singers.  Between us was another of our friends (a really good friend of yours), and when she told me to shut up and sing, you shushed her because you were listening to me.  It may not have seemed like much to you, but it meant a lot to me.  You were actually listening.  Many of my good friends don't even make time to simply do that.

And today... I'm not sure why you did it or what it meant, but you patted my shoulder.  I returned the gesture, but didn't quite understand why you did it in the first place.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.  I'm just confused.  There didn't seem to be a reason, and you had never done anything remotely similar to that before, so I want to know... why?

Do you feel the same?

Probably not.  I'm just obsessive and delusional.  Just a bunch of false hopes.