I was in love with you for over a year.
You knew that, you’ve always known that. Yet we became best friends anyways. You came over to my house everyday, and if we weren’t hanging out in person then we were texting. Things were perfect.
Then that night happened. You made me believe you had feelings for me. You held me close in your arms. You knew I was a virgin in every sense of the word. I had never even kissed a guy.
You didn’t kiss me.
Looking back now I realize how strange that was. That you touched me that night, in ways I had never been touched before, but you didn’t kiss me. And then you told me that you didn’t want to mess up our friendship. That you wanted to be best friends with me. That you didn’t ever want to hurt me.
You said things wouldn’t change, that you wouldn’t let them be awkward. I foolishly believed you. But then we stopped talking. You stopped coming over. You stopped returning my texts. You will hardly even look me in the eye when we see each other.
I feel so used now. I feel like a whore. No one could ever like me for anything but my body. I hate myself so much, I want to scream. Yet I can’t hate you. Even though you lied to me.
You said you wanted to be best friends.
You said nothing would change between us.
You said you never wanted to hurt me.
I just wish that we could go back to the way things were. I miss you so much. We were best friends. Please just talk to me again.
Love, That Girl