It’s been almost a month since we’ve talked. Actually talked. Not just small talk in class or during school. Talked.
And I need you now more than ever. I miss you more than words can describe, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about what we had. I still haven’t accepted the fact that none of it was real. I think it’s because it seemed so real to me.
I see you in everything I do, and I wonder if maybe, just maybe, you think of me when you’re driving aimlessly at night, or when you wear the color purple, or when you stop by the gas station for a Mountain Dew.
But this is driving me crazy, not talking to you. I think I’m slowly realizing that I’d rather have you as just a friend than not there at all. And all I want is for you to be happy.
I don’t know to what extent, degree, or in what context, but I love you, Andy. And I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize it.
But you were my best friend. I love you, and I miss you.