Does it hurt you the way it hurts me? Do you think about me the way I think about you?
Or are you okay?
You don't understand. I don't think you understand. All this pain and all this love is so heavy against my chest. I just can't seem to move on. I love you so much, but do you know? Do you know that I'm in agony?
Do you think of me?
Am I even important to you anymore?
Six years. Six years of friendship. I keep getting ghosted. Ever since 2022. You don't love me anymore, you don't like me anymore, do you?
It hurts. It hurts thinking you don't hurt. It hurts thinking you're okay when I'm not. Did you expect me to move on by now? Three years of loving you. It won't be long before it's four.
I can't get myself to stop. I want to. I want to stop loving you, but I just can't. It's impossible.
And I'm clinging onto such a small string of hope. Hope that maybe you don't hate me. Maybe we can be friends again. Maybe I'll see you again.
Maybe you'll love me again. But I don't even care if you ever love me again.
I just want you back in my life. I miss you. I miss your bright and beaming smiles, your sweet personality and huge generosity. I always believed you were the purest soul on earth. So sweet, so kind, so friendly.
Are you still the same person?
It hurts. I can't be there with you as you grow and change. I can't be there with you to help you through any of the pain you're going through.
I'm graduating middle school. Four months. Without you.
I thought you would be with me.
I miss you. So much.
I love you Sophia.
