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She wanted him to love her. She wanted him to take her in his arms and make her feel safe.

She saw him everyday as he would pass her in the halls at school. She would pretend that "she" wasn't there and that she was the one holding his hand and that he was kissing her cheek, not that other girl's. She hated that other girl, the one he called his girlfriend. She so longed to be her.

He would tell her everynight on the phone about his "girl" and she would pretend to listen, but all she could think about was how she loved him and how her heart was breaking more and more with each word he spoke. They had been friends since they were young and they had always told each other everything. But yet she could never bring herself to tell him how she felt.

She kept all her hurt inside, and at night she would let it all out as she took a blade to her skin. Then she would cry herself to sleep. She wanted him so bad, but she knew she would never be good enough for him. He was handsome, popular and all the girls wanted him. She was the total opposite. She could tell him anything else, just not this.

One day she didn't show up to school. When he heard the news, he cried, in front of everyone. She had been his best friend. And he loved her. But, like her, he had kept it inside. He didn't think he would ever be good enough for her. She was so special. She wasn't like all he girls he dated. When he talked to her he could see in her eyes that she saw him for him, not just his looks like all the other girls. He had loved looking in her eyes... she was so beautiful and didn't even know it.

When he went home that night, there was a note from her on his bed.  

Dear Eric,

  I have loved you for years. I never told you because I know I know I was never good enough for you. You were always too good for me. I know we have been friends since we were kids, and that we have always told each other everything, but there is something I never told you. I have been in so much pain, and for the pst six months I have found a way to release some of it. I have been cutting. But here recently it hasn't been helping me anymore. I have to get away from this misery. I love you Eric, and I don't think want you to think that any of this is your fault. But I can't take the pain anymore. I have to get away. I love you...

                   Love, Bri.