You're my best friend.
In the world, really.
I'd put my life in your hands-
And I can assure that you can do the same.
You always want what's best for me.
And it's sweet, although the amount of time you spend,
Working toward what I want most in life-
Is rather embarrassing,
You mean the world to me.
Of course, there's him, but he's a whole other subject.
You and I've been through more,
Than I could have ever imagined.
Remember your first wedding?
I helped plan it all- god, we were young.
Even though the idea was rushed,
And you ran head-first into it.
I was also there with you through your first heartache.
I comforted you to the best of my abilities through your other affairs.
And that night in the bar-
Drinking our regrets away,
My feelings for you didn't change.
And as soon as we found out that-
A flawed attempt to get us together,
Was slipped into our drinks-
I didn't want to look you in the eyes.
But for what reason,
I couldn't place it even if I tried.
Whether it was because I wanted to fall for somebody under different circumstances,
Or it was of fear of the inevitable crash in our relationship-
That would come if I fell for you under the influence-
I didn't want to know.
You missed my wedding, though I now understand that you were busy then.
Familiar faces smiled at me that day,
But yours wasn't among them.
You helped me rebuild my life after everything seemed to slip through my fingers.
You held me in your arms when I felt myself being consumed by the forces against us.
And I guess that the only thing I could be feeling toward you is... ah...
I love you.
You're my best friend in the world.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
But sometimes, I-
I find myself thinking back to those moments-
When it was just you and me.
And I ponder,
Of what could've been,
Had I taken your hand,
Rather than his.
And my heart feels like it's going to burst-
As soon as I wonder,
If you ever thought the same.