I’m sorry that I could never love you like you love me. If there’s such a thing as soul mates, you are probably the closest thing to one I’ll ever find. You finish my sentences, make me laugh until I cry, always put a smile on my face. I haven’t said “jinx!” this much since grade school, but back then, people did that kind of thing on purpose. You frustrate the hell out of me, but you make me feel human. I’ve never needed someone in my life like I need you in my life, and I’m sorry that I’m as selfish as I am in that regard.
When you first told me you loved me (even though you didn’t use those words, I knew you meant them) I wasn’t shocked, just upset with myself for leading you on. I never meant to do that. I was cautiously optimistic when things started to get back to normal. The second time you tried to make us become something more than platonic, I knew it would never be the same between us. Sometimes rifts like this bring friends closer. This was not the case.
And now there’s that disconnect. I wish I could make myself want you the way you want me, but I can’t. I’m sorry for everything, and I’m especially sorry that now our friendship has suffered for it too. We may never get back to normal, and that really upsets me. Here’s hoping.