In the beginning,

You were a friend when my friends got to busy to be one.
You were the one I rant to when I got tired of my unresponsive walls.
I shared with you all my burdens and dissatisfaction.
I used you as my support, as my wall but you drained me of my strength and energy with all the late night calls and laughing and running away.
You were my distraction from the mess of a life I made for myself yet you were not the solution.
You told me you loved me and I said the same although I didn’t couldn’t mean it.

Somewhere in between,

You got tired of my ifs and maybe’s.
You got frustrated with my hot and cold attitude.
You got angry at my indecisiveness, at my lies, at me.
So silence came and stood between us.
Yet I did not die without you by my side.
And when you did come back, it was like meeting an old friend except I made the mistake of having you think you were more than that.

This should be the end,

See, I thought you were The One.
But after much thought, after much contemplation, after much late nights,
I’m sorry to say you are not the one for me.
I want more than a comfortable friendship.
I want more than the nothing I feel for you except perhaps the guilt for the pain I’ve caused you.
I’m sorry I want more.

Do I at least owe you a try or do I break your heart now?
Thank you. i couldn't ask for a better friend.