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I have a serious crush on this guy and I think I love him. Anyway he loves my best friend, like he clearing points it out on a group with all of my friends. He does everything for her that I secretly do for him. I write poems for him, he does it for her according to my friends information. I didn't even know until recently. He dedicates songs to her and I do the same for him. His for her is Georgia- Vance Joy, mine for him is Teardrops on my guitar- Taylor Swift. One time we had this bonding moment where we just connected and he gave me a hug and we just stared at each other. That's when I knew I loved him. But now we always get into arguments and I just really wanted to talk to him so I asked if I could unfriend him on Skype because he said in another argument that we had nothing in common and ''I would never go for you, no offence.'' Which broke my heart so much and that night I cried myself to sleep. Pathetic.. I know. Anyway he said 'If you want'' And I did and the thing is, every fight we have, I always apologize and he never tries which I think means he doesn't care but I can't let him go. Now we're ''friends'' but every time me and my friends are on a group call he leaves when it's just us two. And I'm slowly breaking because I won't be able to be with him either way because he loves my friend yet I feel they don't connect. She once said she doesn't know where their relationship stands.
WHAT DO I DO?

It's called "Thoughts of you" :

I often say that words cannot express the joy of hearing your voice.
The deepest of songs... Of poems cannot compare to my thoughts of you. When you smile for me, the walls in which keep my heart cold and callous begin to tremble and crash down, but I don't mind. The crash is soothing, as if the waves are crashing serenely on the shore.
It has taken me so long to keep in my sorrow and my pain. I've ran from it all this time. Wherein your emotional embrace, my chains quake and break. The old beaten heart, once battered and bruised may now start anew. The tears once she'd of a lost, shattered soul has been pieced together, molded and mended in gold, but even now... My words pale in comparison to how I really feel. I can't state why I'm writing this, even through the purest intentions. I cannot bring myself to say such things, so I will wait for the day in which I can find a way to tell you so...