You were my best friend for a time. I knew you. I thought you knew me.
But you were blind. You couldn’t see that I loved you.
You hurt me without meaning to, which made it even worse.
Every day that I saw you, my heart broke because I miss you. You were my friend, I miss that.
I should never have told you that I liked you. It ruined everything.
I lost a friend that day, even if you said it was fine. It wasn’t.
I miss movie marathons at your house, making jokes, talking about everything under the sun. I wasn’t like the girls you pursued, I actually knew you, I was actually interested.
You made me feel worthless.
How can I ever find someone who genuinely loves me when the guy who knew me best didn’t give me a second glance?
You’ll find someone. You always do. But you want to skip the hard parts, you don’t know how to be in a relationship.
You don’t know what you’re looking for.
I wish you were looking for me.
I understand now that I’ll never be the girl for you. I never was. I built up what we had into something that it wasn’t.
I mistook friendliness for flirtation, kindness for desire, and shared laughs as something more than two friends joking around.
I wish it didn’t end this way.
I regret not keeping up our friendship. I know we would’ve had fun together.
I’m sorry that I told you.
