I think I’ve come to realize that I’ll never be able to tell you how I truly feel…how I’ve felt for the past 7 years…how I will probably always feel. Because I know that you don’t feel the same way. You messed with my heart and head for 4 years, teasing me, making me fall in love with you only to find out that you would never have those same feelings with me. Yet, even through those 4 years I never once said out loud how I felt. Never. And now I know that I never will.
Somehow you can’t let me go. You can’t let me move on. You live across the country yet somehow whenever you’re home you con me into falling right back to where I was. I am fine, normal, healthy when you aren’t here. But you confuse me! You are single for 2 years, and then ask me to be your date to your sister’s wedding. Yet, nothing happened. We celebrated your birthday with our two families together while in Africa and I know there was a moment, but you walked away.
So I’ve finally come to accept that I will never tell you how I feel. Because simply, I know that you have and will never feel the same way. And thats alright. I guess we make better friends anyways.
But just so you know…I love you. I’ve loved you since I was 15 and will always love you. I wish I could tell you…but I know I can’t. So just one more time, here in this letter, I’ll say it. I love you P. I love you.
Sincerely, your best friend