dear john,
she never told me.
and neither did you.
you are both friends again. you, and that girl, that you're quite obviously so fucking in love with.
it hurt me.
a lot more than i expected. maybe it's because you never told me? or you love her? or i'll never be a first choice?
i don't know.
why did i let myself get so attached?
i won't sleep tonight.
love, me.
