And after all the fights, the all the ups and down, all the cuddling, the snuggling, and the 'I love you's, I can't get you out of my head. Why is our friendship such a joke to you? Can't you see that when I say that I love you, a truly mean it? Why am I nothing to you when you're the whole world to me? I love you, can't you see?
But, I get it. If I were you, I wouldn't even befriend myself. So I should be lucky; lucky that you even cared to befriend someone so minor like myself.