It's just that...

I'm madly in love with you,
and you're my best friend.
And granted we're not perfect, and I'm legitimately angry.
My grandfather says "there's plenty of other fish in the sea..."
Which is true.
But no other fish is my best friend like you.
And I don't love anyone else like I love you.
And if it weren't for those two things,
It'd be easy.
But it's just those two things.
Simple, complicated things,
that make it impossible
for me to just let go.