“I'm telling you, just come to me. I'm a hundred times better looking than that guy.”

Watching you brush it off as a joke, looking fed up with my constant teasing, I pushed my bitter feelings aside and forced a playful smile again today.

“I'm so sad, my friend. It breaks my heart to see you hanging onto an unrequited love. Especially when such a great guy is right here next to you.”

Friends since we were seven, we grew up like brothers.

We shared everything to the point where there were no secrets, and because of that, you drew an immovable line, saying, 'Romantic feelings can't exist for someone who's basically a brother.'

Now that we're over thirty, the only thing that's changed is that I've started letting out the feelings I used to hide, disguising them as jokes.

Despite my advances, you don't budge, looking only at that one guy.

Damn it, that guy is the worst of the worst.

He's occupied your iron fortress of a heart and yet he's ungrateful enough to put you through all this pain.

I've been doing this for over twenty years. I've come too far to stop now, and honestly, I don't even know how to stop. My heart, with nowhere to go, grows larger every day, but instead of looking at me, you just nag me to hurry up and get married.

As time passes, I get more exhausted and miserable, but I can't give up.

I don't know how to let you go. I wonder if I even can.