I'm not a good friend.
I never have been. Not to you.
You give, and give, and give. You give so much to me. So much time, energy, and knowledge. I can't even give a fraction of it back.
There has to be a reason, right? Why else would you waste so much time with me? Why else would you be so nice? Why else would you bother?
I thought you were in love with me.
... But I don't think that that's true. And I'm just being selfish again with all my egotistical assumptions.
You deserve better. You can FIND better. You already HAVE better.
████ is better. You talk about them all the time. You never SHUT UP about them.
Anything I can do, they can do it better.
Their marks are just as high as mine when they don't slack off. And they don't even need YOUR help for it.
They're a much better Player 2 than I could ever even dream of being. They could stand up against you with their eyes closed.
They're a better fighter. A better talker, somehow. A better listener.
I don't even have two functioning wings to play you a song on my keyboard. They have two hands, ten fingers, and talent in spades.
And you live right next door to them.
... I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous. I'll never BE jealous.
I just wish I could be good enough. Good enough to be your friend. Good enough to make you happy.
You know, I want to save up money. So I can afford to attend the same university you're going to. I've been working overtime for it. I want us to be together, after all. I want us to keep being friends.
But I have a feeling you've already left me behind.
You're just too nice to say it to my face.