What’s different about us is that we’re friends. Well, maybe we’re not just friends but the base of all we know is friendship. He may think I’m beautiful, but he’ll still tease me when he has to look down to see me. We may cuddle up and watch movies, but we’ll still laugh and make jokes about every line. We may hold hands, but we also get into fake fights that I know he wants to win every time. He gets mad when I don’t think highly of myself and I get mad when he won’t tell me what’s wrong.
I mean seriously, how many girls have a guy that calls them their “best friend”, but she can’t get him out of her head? So she tries and tries to put it behind her, lock up her feelings, because they are “just friends”.