well, yeah, he's great
He cheers me up when I'm sad. He's been there with me, through this whole process of trying to get over my ex. Through all the days of crying, screaming into my pillow, wishing that he never left me for her; this guy was there for me, the whole time. And, he was making me feel better. He told me I was amazing, it was his loss. He said I was beautiful, he was blind not to see that. He told me that my boyfriend was just plain stupid, to choose her over me, and to not even see how great the girl right in front of him was. He told me I could do so much better; and believe it or not, that helped me. That helped me feel better about what I was going through, it made me like myself a little more, too. When I need help on my homework, he's always there. He understands when I'm in a bad mood, it's that time of month. And, he doesn't question me. He actually cares about what I have to say, and he always knows when I'm not 100 percent okay; even if I have the best-damn-fake-smile-you-ever-saw, on my face. He's always there, no matter what. He is completely in love with me. But, I don't like him as more than a friend. There's nothing wrong with him, it's just;
he's not him.