I’m in love with her. I love and care about her deeply. I know we’ll never be able to have a traditional romantic relationship, get married and grow old together. But I want to be her friend. Someone she can talk to. A shoulder to cry on. And I know someday, she’ll meet some boy… or maybe a girl who’ll sweep her off her feet. And I’ll just have to smile and nod in approval, before I go home and cry. But my solace will be that when she grows up and looks back, she’ll hold no contempt toward me, and look fondly on our time together. And I can only hope that she will always consider me her friend.