I try again, this time with telling her my feelings. Of course I get compliments on how sweet of a guy I am and all... but still she says I'm not her type, I'm just really good friend material, which I am now. I hold her secrets, she holds mine. She trusts me, I trust her. We talk about things most people wouldn't... But maybe the next girl I like might accept me, or if I try again I might be able to break through. Either way, It will be the third time.