The Hardest Part

It's not that I don't know how you feel
It's not that you're not ready
It's not that I know I just need to be your friend
It's not that you're the first guy I've genuinely liked since him
It's not that you might not care for me like I do for you
It's not that I have less than 4 weeks left with you
It's not that I might never see you again
It's not that I'll miss you
It's that you've become part of my everyday
It's our inside jokes that only we understand
It's the looks you give me, and that stupid smile
It's how comfortable I am with you
It's how incredibly easy our friendship is
It's knowing how good we could be
It's the fact that despite everything, I can't help but crave you.
It's the fear that no one will be able replace you. This. Us.