I'm both happy and sad

*I think you're beautiful. There's something about you that makes everyone instantly love you. I've yet to find out what it is.
*You're good company. You're always willing to listen. You're always willing to give me advice. You're always up for laughs. I love you, asshole.
*Stop being so sad and all the time, It breaks my heart. And even though I want to help you I can't. For some reason I want you to accept me. I want you to love me. You're starting to become more outgoing and free, and I'm proud of you bear.
*You frustrate me to the point of tears. Not because I'm sad, but because I'm so damn angry and stressed out. I hate the little things you do, (i.e) when you move your thumb back and forth against my palm if I hold your hand. I don't think you know how much I appreciate you though, I wish you could.
*Thanks for sticking around. I'm sorry to say that most of the time you're my 'rebound', if that's what you'd call it.
*I have an overwhelming sense of love for you, and I don't know why. I hope I never forget you, I hope that in ten years or more I can call you and invite you to my wedding. You'll show up in Bermuda shorts and the same long hair, but this time it's twice as long. I'd like to be able to spot you at Ralph's while shopping for lunch meat. I promise you that I'll teach you how to ride a bike or swim, or both. You're great, you truly are.
*I look at your picture and draw a blank, maybe it's because you never gave me back my perfume.
*Please get married to Anthony. Only then, can our lives be complete.
*Sometimes when I have sexual fantasies I think about you, because I don't feel guilty.
*The only reason I talk to you is because you're attractive. Oh, and because I feed off the attention you give me. I tell myself that the reason you act the way you do is because of your mom. I wish you would believe in God.
*I know for a fact that sometime in life, we are going to get together. I don't know when and I don't know for how long but, I just know.
*When you call me on the phone, I try to be abrupt and boring. Usually, I tell you that I'll call you back. I'm sorry I never do, I'm sorry you keep calling.
*I was always jealous, knowing you danced with him at graduation. I don't know why, he never liked you.
*I miss laughing with you. You're slipping from my fingertips, day by day. It's reached a point where I walk by you and don't even notice when you look me in the eye.
*I wish we held hands. I wish I kissed you more. It makes me sick thinking about it, but it's true. I will never admit to missing you. It breaks my heart knowing how much you never cared.