I have dragged this out for far too long.
Our friendship is over.
I can't do anything to repair my broken half of the bridge between us.
I've been terrified of what you might do to yourself without me, and I'm still terrified.
Our bridge and connection has fallen apart, and instead of looking back at our time with love and positivity, all I see is the rubble that it turned into.
I know you want to fix us but it's final.
Even now I'm using this roundabout way to tell you because I know you read this.
You used to.
I don't know if you still do, I hope you do.
If only so I can take the cowards way out.
There is now only a lonesome treble clef on my necklace, so I don't hear the comforting clinking of both charms anymore.
I love you and I don't think I will ever stop loving you, but your love for me has become a crushing weight.
It is not your romantic love that you may or may not still feel, but the love of your friendship.
We used to talk about everything, but now we only talk about problems.
You make attempts at other conversation topics, and I appreciate it, but it's not enough.
I love you and I'm sorry.
