It’s been almost one year since we have talked. One year since you, one of my closest friends, told me that you hated me. You told me that you loved me and I didn’t know how to react, and for that I am truly sorry. Then on your twenty-first birthday you told me that I was the reason that you cry, the reason you weren’t happy.You told me that I was a shitty friend and you never wanted to talk to me again, for the second time.You told all of our friends that I was terrible and fake. And that was it, you went back north and I left town and headed across the country. You sent me a message in mid July saying you were sorry for the things you said and you missed me, but I didn’t reply, I couldn’t. There had to be truth behind the things you said and you deserve way better than that. I’m sorry if this is me being selfish but I
don’t want to be can’t be the reason you cry, I care about you more than you’ll ever know. I check your blog from time to time, the angry, anti-me posts stopped some time ago and you seem happy, which makes me happy, even if I’m not there.
Anyway,Happy Birthday, I miss you and wish I could tell you.