I can’t do this anymore. We always say, whatever this is. For me, well, you know what it was. We both know what it was. I thought I was the innocent one. Never even hugging you. Maybe what I did was worse. In that picture from last year, you two are in love. What if I was the one that made you two distant? Or what if you really did just want to get in my pants? I haven’t dated anyone since I met you because you had me. You had my heart and my thoughts. I have to walk away now. If I’m wrong. Wrong about everything, I need proof and effort. If not, thank you for everything. You made me happy and will always have a small piece of me. I think you are incredibly special and as much as this whole thing hurts…I’ll look back on this fondly. Whatever this was. It’s just that if there is a small hope for you two make things work with her…I have to let you two heal and fix your relationship. Maybe I’m damaging it. I don’t want to/I can’t be that person. It’s selfish of me.