In the beginning, I found how much I cared for you.
Green is your favorite color, you love dogs, you’re not an atheist, but that could have changed since the beginning.
Girls came and went in your life. And none of them had problems with me.
We spend hours together, you, and your girlfriend, and I.
You and I spent what felt like a lifetime getting closer and closer.
Romance was never needed, it was never expected. Boys and girls CAN BE FRIENDS without sex (which doesn’t mean romance anyhow), without kissing, without complications.
Then it all changed.
This new one, she felt threatened by me. She didn’t trust us together, and wanted to break up with you over it. Over us.
You made the decision, that she was right, we couldn’t hang out any more. I can’t put into words how much that hurt.
And that was the end. For you at least. My heart still ached without you there to be my best friend. With out you there to be my male heart, eyes, and thoughts.
I’m not your girl anymore.
None of this has ever been said to your face. And only God knows if you read the letters I left.
It’s not like you care anyhow.