You have been in my every thought for about a year now. In that year, we haven’t spoken to one another. A painful reminder that I had lost you, but I never had you. You were the one person I could tell everything to, the one person who understood me immediately, and the only person who could make me mad and forgive you a second later. What happened to us was no mystery. You had a fiancee, and I can’t commit to a damn thing in my life.
Nontheless, it hurts that you dropped me without a word as if I meant nothing to you. It hurt that once I opened my heart to you and the feeling was requited, you shunned me from your life. It hurts to think of you married to a girl that you doubted. Every day, I wonder if you regret any of your decisions or if you ever cared about me at all. I wonder what you would do or say if you ever saw my face again, but I know you shouldn’t plague my thoughts like this.
I want you to know that I can’t hate you. I won’t ever forgive you, but I could never hate you. I want you to know that everything has changed since I met you. I have a completely different set of issues that you could understand, but you aren’t in my life anymore.
I hope you’re happy, and your life is everything you dreamed it would be. I hope you don’t regret your decision or our implosion of a friendship would be in vain. Just don’t forget me.