You’re probably never going to read this, but here I go anyway. When I first met you, you seemed so perfect to me. Now, I barely talk to you at all. What happened? Are you scared that I told you what I was thinking that night? Did you think that I couldn’t handle it if you told me that you don’t feel the same way? I’m stronger than you think, honey.
Even if you don’t have romantic-type feelings for me, I don’t think I could handle losing you as a friend. You understand what I’m trying to say, even if I don’t. I can actually speak intelligently with you instead of dumbing myself down like I do with everyone else.
Please, G., tell me what’s going on. I’d really rather not have to find out from someone else. I love you, my friend.