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I'm your best friend. At least you claim that I am. You are only a mile a way, yet it seems like months in between when I actually get to see and talk to you. But I know you're busy, and I know you have to support yourself for reasons you've spent hours talking to me about. But I also know that HE gets to see you six times a week. I know that when HE leaves you a voice mail you call back right away, that is if you don't answer the phone immediately. I also know why HE'S interested in you, and you are so much more than just that. Or at least I thought you were. You even changed your body for HIM, because HE made you feel as if you needed to. I also knew that something you tried to prove to yourself and others for two years wasn't ridiculous, actually was. But I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. I always trusted you in making the right decisions, and I always offered my shoulder for you to cry on, because I know you'd never cry on HIS. But guess what, sweetheart, there are an awful lot of HE'S in this world, and very few gentleman. You damn well better hang on to the ones you've got, because this one might go away for a long time.