It's not that I don't support you. It's just that I'd rather shoot myself than hear about your personal life. Why? Because I'm not part of it.

I swear, it's like you think of me as your gay best friend. I'm not. Is it so hard for you to believe that I might be interested in you? That I am interested in you.

But no, of course you don't think about that, because you don't see what I see. You don't know the amazing guy that I know you are. But this isn't really the problem.

The problem is her, I guess. Though it isn't her fault. For the love of God, I just wish you wouldn't talk to me about her. I know that you like her. Hell, I realize that you're madly in love with her. I know that she doesn't feel the same. I get it. You've no idea how much I get it, do you? Because I'm madly in love with you and you don't feel the same. But now I'm getting off topic. You've always been able to distract me, you know that?

My point is that I need you to stop. Stop treating me like your therapist. I don't want to hear about your personal life. I don't want to talk about it, I want to be it. But you'll never see that, will you? Because you're the perfect example of the average male. You're utterly oblivious to me. I know you are. And it sucks.

It's partially my fault, I know. I don't have the guts to tell you the truth about how I feel. How can I? You're always telling me about how hot you find some girl or how into this latest chick you are. You make it impossible for me to explain how I feel, because you make it crystal clear that you don't feel the same. I can't give you the truth when I know it will break my heart.

So it's not that I don't support you. It's that I love you. I'm in love with you and I can't tell you and it kills me. It's not that I don't support you, it's just that I can't take it anymore.


Hopefully this will be my last one-shot for a bit. I have stories to work on. However, I was feeling inspired.