So here is Romano's point of view. I would have written it earlier but I was at camp all week, sorry! And yes, I'm aware that I overused the words 'damn it' at the beggining but it fit, so I left them there.

Damn it, that damn tomato bastard is staring at me again. He does it when he thinks I'm not looking, like I can't see the longing stares he's giving me.

Damn it, I wish he wouldn't look at me like that. As if he knows he can't have me, but will keep on loving me anyways.

Damn it, it doesn't matter if he's right, he should stop looking at me like that! It's not a love story. I'm not in love with him but oblivious to his feelings. I know he loves me.

But I'm the problem. I don't love him the way he needs me too. And you can't have a love story when there's no love on one side, now can you? He can't be without me and he knows he can't be with me.

I hurt him. By simply existing I hurt him. And I can't stop. I would never be such a coward as to kill myself, not to mention it's a sin, and we can't stay away from each other when we are both alive. I was worried, when he spent time ignoring me. All of a sudden, he stopped calling, stopped asking me over, and wouldn't answer the door. When he finally called me again, he sounded so tired, so resigned. He knew that he could never let me go.

I'm sorry. Sorry for him that he loves someone who is incapable of feeling like that for someone, and sorry for me, hurting someone that I care deeply about?

Damn it! Why couldn't he have loved someone who deserved him? Someone who could love him, and care about him and wouldn't hurt him every time they opened their mouth.

I wonder, if I didn't have my Catholic upbringing, if I was not South Italy and he was not Spain, would I love him? Would I be able to love?

But wasting time pondering what ifs is pointless. When he smiles at me, as time passes, I see the smiles get a little less real and a little bit faker. I can see him dying inside when I swear at him, but he smiles anyways.

Maybe, if he told me his feelings, I could tell him I don't, can't, love him, and he could move on. But he thinks I will hate him if he does confess.

All right, so I can't tell all of this from just looking at him. And maybe I read his journals, but damn it! The bastard was ignoring me! It's not my fault he left them lying around my house!

I suppose we will continue in this endless cycle for all time, until he breaks. Until he can no longer stand the sight of me. I will cry when this day comes. For all my curses, he is my best, and really only friend. I just can't love him. So every day we play our parts and wait for the day something changes.

But I don't know if it ever will.

I'm sorry! As much as I love this pair, I didnt know how to make this have a happy ending without seeming cliche or cheesy. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!