Sometimes, I get this overwhelming feeling of missing you...

It's weird, really. It would be a bright, sunny day and I'll be listening to music without a care, then BAM. 

I realize that you're gone, and I really, really, wish you were here.

I don't like you, I think.

And I know you don't like me. 

And sometimes, I think I can't make it through another day, then I think what you've gone through. 
I mean, if I had to analyze it all, it'd sound like I like you. But I don't. 

I love you, but as a friend, of course.

And I don't know what I would do if you weren't my friend. 

Youu always make me laugh. And you're good to talk to and such. 

xxxx

So yeah.