Hey, everyone! I know, it's almost been a month since I've updated In Time or It's Always The Quiet Ones, but I just haven't been feelin' it lately. Hopefully, this will get me back into the groove.

She's supposed to be here soon. She being my best friend, Mikayla.

"No—yeah! Yeah! I'm coming over later. I need to talk to you about Lyles. He's been a total ass lately."

Lyles is her on-again-off-again boyfriend of two years. She says even though they're complete opposites and have nothing in common, he's the love of her life; the apple of her eye. Says the first time she saw him, she knew she'd fall in love with him.

He doesn't deserve her. I don't even deserve her. She's too good for someone like him or someone like me. She qualifies for more.

I've been in love with her all of my life, but she doesn't see it. She doesn't notice my façade. She's naïve and oblivious.

Every time she tells me about her romance life, it's like she's ripping my heart into pieces. One, small and painful piece, after another. There may be a smile upon my lips, laughter escaping from my throat, but none of it's real. It's never real.

For a while now, she's the only thing that occupies my mind, my time, my life. I'm not sure where her friendship blurred into something more for me.

Sometimes, I'm not even sure why I'm in love with her. She's selfish—putting herself first and foremost. She's inconsiderate—most times, anyway. She's sneaky—always trying to pull a fast one. She gets angry at the most insignificant troubles.

But then I realize, she's none of those things when it's just her and I. She's a completely different person. She's selfless—always doing what I want to do. She's caring—checks to see if I've arrived to my destinations safely. She's just—she's a total one-eighty from her usual self.

Anytime she's near me, I just want to scream. I want to scream and shout out my true and longing feeling for her. As time passes, it's getting harder and harder to hold back.

I want so badly for her to love me the way I do her. I want to fall asleep with her arm draped across my torso. I want to wake up to happy sunshine kisses. I want to share with her everything that I own. I want to make beautiful memories with her. I want everyday to feel special, like a new adventure with her. I want to spend the rest of my days with her. But it's set in my mind that none of this will ever happen.

"Hey, Mitchie. Lyles and I made up. On my way over here, he called."

I've prepared myself for when I finally do tell her, but it doesn't soften the blow or make it sting any less.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. I just—I don't love you like that. Best of friends?"

Of course that's all she's worried about. Losing the only friend who ever put up with her. She doesn't care about how much it kills me to just be around her like this. Even as I sit here with her, a fake smile on my face, I've never felt so... alone and broken.

Not a minute after she leaves, the tears that I've kept at bay finally break free. My love for her will never be returned.

Uh, yeah. Just a little something. I'm listening to slow songs and this is the result. Any thoughts?