I know you'll never love me like I love you. That's okay. And I know we'll never be more than just friends. That's okay, too. I've long ago accepted the fact that you'll never feel for me. The sad truth is, I would give my life for you. Surely dying in the place of someone you love is a good way to go. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. And just because you'll never love me, it doesn't mean I can't still love you from afar. Though you'll never know this, I love you more than life. I'd do anything to make you happy. And if I must be miserable for it to be, so be it.