He Was My Best Friend

I love him.
He loves him?
Well, I wasn't expecting that.
I love him.
He hates me.
That's even worse.
Best friends?
We were.
Since we were young.
Does this matter?
Evidently not.
Do I accept him?
With all my heart.
Does he understand?
Why would he?
Fixable?
Right now I don't know.
I miss him.
I miss my best-friend...
I love you.