Dear M,
I'm sorry
I remember the day it all started. You pulled me aside and asked about the letter. The letter. Sometimes I regret it. You weren't supposed to see it. I wasn't ready, not then. I realize now how foolish I was. I didn't think it through. I didn't think about the consequences. Have you noticed how we haven't spoken in weeks? How when we did speak, there was awkward-ness? I really wasn't thinking. Thinking about how our friendship would slowly come apart at the seams. Maybe if we went to the same school, saw each other every day, kept the flame alive. I really wish, but I know we cant. It hurts thinking about this, or at least it used to. Now it's all clear. If we stay together, our friendship will die. I just hope doing this wont kill it faster. I still love you and you have to know that, it's just… we can't do this anymore. I know it sounds cheesy and it probably is but it's the truth. I think I was longing for something I had before so much that I turned what we had as friends into something else. And it's killing me. I think if we stay simply as friends, we will be together longer. I truly want to be BFFs, but I worry that we might have taken off the last F. I need to stop before I write some stuff I regret. Remember: I F*!ING LOVE YOU.
Love,
N