unrequited love

I loved my bestfriend for years.. but never got the guts to confess.
His unruly hair, unkempt clothes, he brushing his hair, rubbing his chin when he is concentrating.
I love everything about him.
May be I loved of idea of loving him I guess.
I followed him around like a lost puppy.
Attended the classes to get a glimpse of him even though the I hated the subject.
I longed for him to look at me like I was his center of universe.
I used to look at him through the windows in hopes of getting his attention.
But he have his eyes on someone else, someone who was better than me.
and I was left behind as his second choice.