To the love that is not mine, I want you to know that I will love you no matter what. I mean it, no matter what. I will love you in ways that my heart should not love—in silence because, out loud, in every way possible is painful and wrong. I will love you still no matter what. You have opened up a piece of my heart that will always be kept warm whenever you decide you want to fill it, if you decide that one day you want to fill it. I did not think I would ever end up here again, and while I hate that I am here, loving what is not mine to love, I do not want it to be anyone else but you. Although I wish it was anyone else but you. You are my best friend... a piece of me will always belong to you, but not in the way that I want. Not in the way that my heart yearns for. I am casted off into the abyss of the friend-zone, watching as you go on, creating anchors that secure your happiness, but weigh heavy on my chest along the way. While it hurts for now, I am okay. I will be okay. I am always okay. I will be happy for you as you tell me about how much you love him. I will smile and nod as you show me pictures and videos of you and him, and tell me that there is no one else for you. I will ignore the way that those words tighten around my throat and make it hard for me to breathe. I do not matter. My feelings do not matter. They never matter, but they are not supposed to, and I will always selflessly put myself last for you—over and over again without question. I will hold your head on my shoulder as you cry about something stupid he said, and I will be there still when you go into detail about how you made up. I will laugh and joke about it as if it does not pain me, in ways you will never know. In ways I will never tell, not to you. If the day comes I will stand next to you holding your flowers as you exchange rings and say I do, and I will smile for the pictures. I will ignore the sound of my own heart breaking as I watch you fade into your happy ending, wondering when mine will come. I will love you from afar in ways I cannot say because it is not my place anymore. It was never my place, but that is okay, because if we are nothing more than friends then I do not care as long as you are here. I want you here, even if it hurts. I will learn to love someone else who is not you, only to wish it was you, hopelessly. You will be there to wipe my tears and frown in displeasure when I constantly go back to what I have settled for due to what I strived for being out of reach, but I will be fine and you know I will be fine, yet you will still want better for me and I will probably still want you. You are not mine to want, but in time I will be fine. I will always be fine. I will paint on my smile with pride and attend every milestone you have from here on out, happy for you because I am. I really am. I promise I am. So, to the love that is not mine, I wish nothing but the best. I love you...
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