My Dearest Friend,
May I call you that? Is that truly the word for what we had?
I’d like to admit to you now that you meant more. An imense amount more. And yet, I don’t have the words to express just how much. Or I suppose I do, I just don’t want you to recognize my love for what it is.
If only the tears meant something.
If only I felt like I could do something to stop you from walking away. And yet, I probably could, couldn’t I? But I won’t, you’re better off this way.
I hope, if nothing else, you know how much I love you. I hope I told you enough, and I hope I showed you enough. But hoping is for fools.
I love you, and I have a feeling I always will.