Dear Friend,
Do you remember when we were kids? Running around in a midsummers meadow? Playing hide and seek amongst the trees? I would love when we got ice cream afterwards, gobbling it down as if it was the last meal in the world, complaining about the brain freeze afterwards. Years ago but seems like only yesterday though.
I remember even then, there was something I wanted to ask you, something I wanted most in the world. The only thing that's changed since then was my chance to get it.
I love you, I always have. I thought about all the times we could spend together. watching the sunset and the city turn on, the night owls buzzing around on the ground like a million fireflies guiding our way in the dark.
Out of all of the fake times, I thought up there was always one I subconsciously loved the most. A simple yet beautiful picnic under a cherry blossom tree in spring, even now I can think of our smiles as cherry blossoms drifted around us as we ate sandwiches and drunk lemonade. Quiet, peaceful, alone everything ready for the perfect day, to drift into the perfect night. We drifted into a slow, perfect kiss and a perfect life. We would elope, though I don't know where Paris, Rome, Madrid? It didn't matter anywhere with you is perfect.
But the reality isn't perfect like imagination turned out I wasn't the only one who loved you, and they had the confidence to do it. I remember you telling me, how overjoyed you was, I smiled for you, congratulated you, even though it hurt. I wanted to do it, to tell you my feelings, but I wouldn't take the chance to lose the most important thing to me.
We drifted apart, and you drifted closer to her. Every time you two were together I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn't, so I just let myself chip away. Chips turned to cracks and cracks turned to shards, in turn, they broke more and more.
So I wrote this letter to tell you two things. I love you and thank you for being there while my life lasted but I won't burden you any more than I have.
-From,
An old friend
