That E-mail I Nevet Sent



I know our friendship was a rollercoaster shitstorm. I’d do it differently if I could. It would’ve been nice for it to be this steady thing instead of this jagged road that it feels like it was. I don’t meet a lot of people like you. Genuine. From the looks of it, there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world. In my attempt to deal with what I was going through I made a bad choice. I knew you were going through things also. I didn’t plan on things happening like that. You know I care about you, but I should of thought things through better. Such as me taking the time to realize that I should be respecting you and your relationship. And I’m sorry for that. Really I am, you aren’t just some person that goes through life doing things the traditional way, and I admire that about you. I hate that what’s happen has caused us to not talk. It feels concrete this time, but truly I understand why it may have come to that.

I remember when I called you one night and confessed how I felt about you, but I’m sure you already knew. I don’t think it was a secret. Part of me thinks you knew for a long time. It was my last effort to get you to come around. After that night I should have taken my loss and just understood that friends is all we would be. That’s how we started off anyway, I liked being friends with you. Somewhere a long the way I wanted more though, but I should’ve respected that you didn’t.

I want things to be like they were, when we were friends. I understand if it can’t happen now or at all, but maybe after we both are more stable with our lives and are where we want to be in life. We can shoot the shit back and forth again. It would be nice to keep in contact with you no matter where our lives end up taking us. Though we aren’t friends like we use to be. If you ever need anything: Like someone to talk to(we were pretty good at that).

Never feel like you can’t talk to me.

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