When we met, I didn’t expect to love you. I didn’t even expect us to even be friends. But we did. We were best friends. We told each other things that we have never told anyone else before. You helped me figure out things that I never even knew about myself. I started to think about kissing you and I had these feelings that I couldn’t figure out so I just told myself that I considered us to be sisters. But I knew that that wasn’t how I truly felt. And then that day at the cabin happened. We sat in front of the tv, cuddled, laughed, and tried to ignore that you mom and stepdad were there. On the last night you told me something so personal. You told me that for the longest time you were in love with me and that you couldn’t control these feelings any longer. I started to realize that I had those same feelings too. And I told you and you looked so happy. For some reason that scared me and I just told you that it didn’t mean anything. And then you cried but we talked about it and you decided that you were going to ignore it an that we were still best friends no matter what. For the next month though, I struggled with my feelings with you. I couldn’t help it. They kept getting stronger and stronger as time went by. When I confessed my feelings for you, I was so relieved. And then you kissed me and told me that everything would be perfect from here on out. That morning we watched a movie, cuddled, and you spent half of the time kissing my neck. It felt so amazing. We were together for almost 5 months. And they were the best 5 months of my whole entire life. We were both so happy and when I asked you if you were, you looked at me and said, “I swear, I have never ever felt this happy in my life.” Everything was perfect. We even found out that two of our friends were also a same-sex couple that were a secret. Everything just fell into place. But then, they broke up. You told me that if they couldn’t make it, how could we? And me and you took different sides. I told you that even though we had a different point-of-view, I didn’t want to talk about it with you and that we loved each other and nothing else matters. But you weren’t the same after that. You started pushing me away and telling me that I made you feel miserable because I was always forcing you to hangout with me instead of hanging with your friends. Even though you were the one always asking me over but it never bothered me that we hung out every weekend because I thought you wanted to too, obviously. You stopped telling me that you loved me. You stopped writing me long messages about how beautiful I was and how much you loved me even though I still did it. Two weeks later you broke it off. You told me that you didn’t love me anymore and I was absolutely crushed. That night, I cried myself to sleep. I don’t understand. It honestly didn’t make any sense. You just told me that you wanted to be friends again. Then, the day after we broke up, you told me that you had feelings for someone else and you asked me for advice. It still hurts so much and I still love you. It hurts more that because some other couple gave up, you gave up too. And you lied and told me that you didn’t love me anymore. I know that’s not true though. I can tell. You still look at me the same way and sometimes when we sit next to each other, your hand is placed on my leg. I know you. I know you still love me I can tell by the way you’re acting. Everyone is asking why you are so upset and pissy. And I don’t have an answer for them. I’m so worried about you. I want to help but you won’t let me. But I really need to. I want to help. I don’t care if we end up together. I mean, I would absolutely love to, but I want you to be happy first. I’m told that I need to forget about you but I can’t. I know something’s wrong. Something’s off and I intend to find out. I will always love you and care for you.