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My Best Friend.

I love the way he's oh so clever.
I love the way his hair spikes up.
I love the way he's not far away.
I love the way he's always happy.
I love the way he's so athletic.
I love the way he's not stupid.
I love the way he's not a pervert and he doesn't curse that much.
I love his dark brown eyes.
I love his smile and that he doesn't lie.
I love everything about him.
I love him, more than anyone else, I ever have before.
He's loyal and truthfull all the perfect things a guy could be.
He's the only one who gets me.
Who sticks by me.
And who cares.
Cares about more than himself.
He cares about me.
I love him for that.
I don't know what I would do without him.
He's the one I can count on through everything.
I love him.
Everthing about him.
And I just don't know how to tell him.
I don't want akwardness.
I don't want this to make a mess.
I don't want him to leave.
I only want him to know, simply, how much he really means to me.
More than a dog needs his bone.
More than a cat needs his mouse.
More than a bee needs a flower.
I need him near me.
He means more than you ever did!
So why, tell me why, I ever overlooked my feelings and stuck with you.
The jerk who stabbed me in the back!
I have to say though, I'm glad you did.
You brought us closer together. The feelings are back and I have to tell him.
Tell him I love him.
And I can't live without him.
Tell him I love him.
And tell him I need him.





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