My heart bled for him,
when I saw how unhappy he was.
It hurt me more to say I wont be next
when he asked if we had a chance.

I told him once he wasnt ready,
he asked me to think about it.
I mentioned it a second time and thought he heard me,
I guess I was mistaken.  

I considered asking him
if he may have just been rushing into things,
when he said he met someone;
who made him smile.
Instead I smiled and said I'm happy for you,
it was the truth,
even though I was crushed inside.  

My heart hurt for him,
when he said he ended it with that new someone.  
My heart broke,
when he said he had another in his sights shortly after.  
My heart bled for him again,
when he said he ended it with that one months later.

My heart mended over time,
as I came to terms with what we had.  
He asked again if we could try it,
and if it be so bad if we took a chance.

I admitted some of my feelings,
but still hesitated to answer him.
It was later that day when I realised
that when I said,
"You still love her",
Those many months before,
it was still likely to be true;
A suspicision, i had now for half a year
As I always noticed the distant sadness in his eyes.

My heart sank,
and I started thinking I was foolish
to ever think about
something happening with us.
I threw my doubts aside,
a few days later and took a chance with him,
and was truly happy.

By the end however, I had come to realise,
I wasnt happy with what it felt like we had turned into.
And wondered if we rushed into things.
We ended it, and it seemed to go well.

We'll go on like we did before,
with a friendship, a newly found closer friendship
that I can only hope will be stronger then before.
But right now, however, I sit here,
trying to sort through what it is I'm feeling;

As my eyes swell and the tears
I try to fight back escape and roll down my face;
Wondering if it was a mistake,
and knowing that it wasn't.

I care for him more then he may realise,
or even understand,
And in the end I know
we'll probably never be more then friends.