All i wanted was to be special to you. Not just a friend, but someone that you'll miss direly when they're gone. Someone that make you feel uncontrollable happiness and like the luckiest person in the world. Apart from the "oh-my-gosh-you-make-me-so-happy!!!" Aspect of it all, because all of that seems unrealistic, I want to be that person you can freely express yourself around. That person you can furious rant to, that you can go for advice, and to simply, well, talk. About anything. About everything. But at the bottom of it all, i want to be that person you cry over. That person you get mad at for small, irrelevant reasons. The person who is slowly making you more and more curious about small little things they do. I always imagine this being real, me being special to you and all, but i know it can never happen.