We decided to be friends. I never told you when we decided this that I had always secretly liked you. I didn’t think that you would ever like me “that way” anyway so I thought it would be enough. That was until you announced to me via a mass email that you were in the market for someone, asking all of us if we knew anyone suitable. What I wanted to reply back with was “Pick me!” but I didn’t because I still have this dying relationsip that I haven’t taken care of yet. I’ve been in a fog for the last year since my mom died. I didn’t know that my current relationship was already on life support until I started to come out of my fog and saw how my priorities had changed. There’s nothing actually wrong with my relationsip except it does not bring me alive like it should. You do. Anyhow, I didn’t reply with “Pick me” or “I will be a supportive friend and set you up”. I responded with a sulky, mysterious (to you) reply and didn’t keep the lines of communication open. I didn’t think you would be interested in me romantically but I hoped and once in a while I thought maybe I saw it but then I was wrong. So, it sucks and now we are not even friends. Granted it’s only been 4 days but I don’t know where to go from here. How did we even get to this place? I need a little more time to lick my wounds and heal my pride. You weren’t even very clear whether or not you ever had been interested in something more or if you only purely saw me as something else. Boo, this sucks.