Well ... I think you
do know it.
Scarily, I think we both know it, but there's really nothing to do about it.
It's strange. You're probably one of my three closest friends here, definately the one that I connect with on more things than anyone else. I know how impossible a relationship between us would be - how it would very likely sour our friendship, how all of our other friends would disapprove, how is just a bad idea.
It's been a while since I realized how beautiful you are. How, when you tilt your head to read something on the screen, your face is positioned so that you look like a sculpture. How your little black geek glasses and "punk ethic" are some of the most beautiful things about you.
I always think I'm over it, that my reason has finally caught up with me. And, in a way, it has. I know that I will never do anything about this.
However, I also can't seem to completely rid myself of it. Sometimes, when I'm hanging out with everyone, I'll look at you laughing at some stupid joke, and my heart hurts.
Eternal crush, maybe ... what can I do?