I am sorry that we’re not friends anymore. I’m sorry that I led you on-it wasn’t intentional. I’m sorry if I gave you hope for something more than friendship.
You must understand the state I was in. I loved B, deeply. You knew that. I talked about him everyday. I cried for him. I bled for him. You were convinced I could love you, you believed that we’d end up together in the end. You were sure I loved you, you even told me, in that arrogant voice, that all my sketches and pictures looked like you-even though that style is pretty common. I resented that, i resented you believing we’d be together someway, somehow because I loved him, and you said he wouldn’t be mine again. I had a great summer being best friends with you. I was so happy and then you took that away, declaring you couldn’t be my friend because I was in love with him and you were in love with me. Understand this: I love you–as a friend. You were someone I really needed and felt like I could rely on. And even though it was your choice to end the friendship, you kept telling me over and over. I got it the first time, you know? We’re sort of friends again but we no longer speak. And I’ve tried with you. I’ve tried to be your friend again. But I give up. I’m sorry, so sorry I couldn’t love you back. You will always be my best friend. I’m sorry that my friendship wasn’t enough for you.