I Love Him, But It's Not That Kind Of Love.

I got hurt once, but that was in the 7th grade.

But I wouldn’t say I’ll never love again.

I wouldn’t say I’ll never trust again.

I just wouldn’t give my heart up again.

Through the years I feared commitment.

Through the years I feared to be in a relation ship.

Through the years I couldn’t see myself falling in love.

That is until I met him.

I didn’t love him.

I did care for him a lot.

He was my first real kiss after feeling something again.

I wasn’t as scared.

I started to take more risk.

I new I wanted him.

Holding his hands made me feel crazy.

Crazy in a good way.

Hugging him and kissing him, there is no words to describe.

I just felt like I was feeling again.

What we had wasn’t friend’s with benefits.

We knew we loved each other.

It was just complicated.

We became best friends.

We got jealous of each other when one is with another.

But we stayed close.

Then he met her.

She was pretty.

She was quiet.

She seemed something of a broken shell.

He was now her attention.

And I was put out on the sidelines.

Nine months later.

They were engaged.

Yeah, I felt a ache in my heart.

I felt the jealousy swim through my veins.

That broken shell of girl was going to marry my best friend.

I may not know her well, but she makes him happy.

If he’s happy then I am too.

He showed me how to see the world differently.

I love him for that.

I love him, but it’s not that kind of love.