You.

    I don't know if I like you, or if we're just really good friends. I'm afraid to admit to myself that I do. Although that takes me back to that first sentence. We're really close, and I'm worried a relationship will ruin that. But I'm even more scared of you saying you don't like me the way I do you. I've been denying it for so long.  There are times when I'm sure you're the only person who has any chance of actually cheering me up. Then there is what mom said to me today. Date your enimies because then you can be a bitch when you break up. Not your friends because then you'll lose them. I don't want to lose him. Right now he's my anchor. He's holding me down. Keeping me from going insane. I feel I need you in my life, I'm just not sure as what right now..