I don't even understnad why I'm taking this so close to the heart. You don't want to be my friend anymore, I understand. Actually, I don't. I don't think I ever will. I regret bringing up the problem and making it such a big deal. But at the time, it actually was a enormous deal and it really hurt me to know that you said that. But now, i don't even care. I just want my friend back. I would call you best friend but we obviously couldn't call each other that. I tell certain people how i feel about you because I know that they might actually tell you, hoping that you missed talking to me too. But just my luck, you don't. I found it weird because it actually hurt to read that you don't. I felt like someone stabbed my heart and then twisted the knife while taking it out. "He's just a friend, you can find another one like him."But that's just the thing... I don't want to find someone like him, it's just him. I don't like the fact that I'm crying as i'm typing and you probably don't even deserve my tears, but something inside of me is making me cry for you, for us. Everything we've been through, everything we've done, just ended, just vanished.
