I’ve said it, and I will never take it back.

I love you. In all ways platonic, and in every way profusely. Physical contact isn’t enough to express it, verbal indication isn’t enough to justify it. It just is. Even when I’m my worst, you make me feel my best. Even if I saw you 10 minutes ago, my stomach still churns at the thought of seeing you again. You have this effect on me; you’re like a drug. Your name comes up, and my back straightens. Someone bad mouths you, I feel the need to defend you.

What has gotten into me?

But it’s hard. To just watch you be. To see your mistakes being made, your heart being trampled over, and your eyes fill with pain. If I love you, I’ll let you go. But that’s the problem; I love you too much. I love you enough that I’ll watch over you and protect you. As a friend, as a brother, as a sister, as a mother, as a mentor.. I’ll be what you need me to be, because against all odds, you need me.