"I know, and I love you too." simply, is how I should've ended the conversation this afternoon.
I know.
I know that you read this.
I want you to know that at this point, the only thing that matters to me are all the countless ways in which you have been a blessing in my life. These are the memories I want to be associated with you. None of the unrequited love venom spewing inside me.

I am ached by what I feel is the loss of a 'together' you and I could've made.  Its like something inside you is dying.

It will not be easy being 'just friends' with you. But I love you too much to not make the effort. Do you know? I planned on writing to you, formally, that I have to stop being friends with you. That I just can't hear stories of you being with someone else. I feel like a lovesick schoolboy! (A little sensitivity would help.)

The chances of you and I being together are none, I know that. I have accepted the truth and made my peace with it a long time ago. That you are never going to be mine. I cant be yours. This life was not meant for us. And that's okay.

But I believe that you love me too.
All I need is this piece of honesty from you.