I'll Take The Hard Road
You’re great. Kind, smart, funny, true; you find her so easily amongst all the smoke and mirrors, bring her out for who she is, not who they want her to be. Honestly, you’re amazing, not afraid to be yourself. She loves you for that. She’ll be herself with you, not hesitate to lay upon you and let you hug her close, for she trusts you. It’s a rare trust, accompanied by an almost naïve innocence, which you know is defiantly not. For she’s seen more than you had thought, experienced such a brutal side of life… yet she’ll gladly run to you with a smile. The enthusiasm is gradually dimming, not due to you but towards her second-guessing herself as their words claw from within her chest. “You’re a great friend.” And right there you have your answer, before you even tried to ask the question. She doesn’t like you as anything more. You’re incredible, and she’ll fight for you as a mate, but not as more for her feelings are only platonic. It’d be so much easier if she just reciprocated how they say you feel, but then again, she’s never been one for easy.