My love, my companion, my best friend.
How can I ever tell you how much and for how long I’ve loved you. Since we first talked about our mutual love for pickles, technology, writing, and music, I realized that we are the missing pieces of one another.
Well, after you moved on with your life and I moved on with mine, things weren’t the same. And yes, I knew that they wouldn’t be. But I really thought that we could’ve at least stayed friends.
This is going to sound generic, but I thought we were closer than that.
I waited and waited and waited, and I just couldn’t understand how this “we” could have gone from being so close to just never talking. Ever.
You never talked to me, never asked how I was, and I thought maybe we weren’t as close as I thought. Maybe our friendship was just all a stupid act to you, something where you were having fun with an innocent girl, leading her on, playing with her emotions. Well, I didn’t feel that way. When I was with you, I felt loved. I felt cared for, and I felt happy.