Dear Boy Who Broke Me,
No, we never dated. No, we never intended to. Yet, somehow you still managed to break my heart into a million pieces. I loved you, you loved me; it was merely platonic. But for some reason, it meant everything to me. We were like two peas in a pod, always together. Everyone questioned if we were dating, but we knew we could never see one another as more than friends.
The first day I met you I didn't expect us to become as close as we did. We would talk from time to time, and eventually, the few text a day progressed to talking all the time. We told each other things we never thought to tell anyone else. We learned things about each other that seemed to strengthen our bond. I helped you through your roughest times, and you did the same for me. When you were at your complete worst, I stuck through because that's what friends are for. Time went by, and we continued to get along really well. Or so I thought.
You left school for personal reasons, and even though we saw each other less frequently, we still kept in touch. I could tell things were changing between us, but I refused to believe it. But then you started ignoring my texts and started to avoid letting me know when you were on campus. And that's when I knew it all changed. You started hanging with another friend, A LOT more than you would even consider with me. And I'm not going to lie, it hurt.
But I pushed through and continued to pretend like I was fine. Now we rarely talked, and you rarely made eye contact with me. It was like you were scared. Of what? To this day I am still unsure. By the time I realized you were almost out of my life, it was too late.
The last memory of me and you is not too pleasant. Actually, it's not good at all. It ended with you picking your stuff up saying no more than 20 words. You left me with no explanation of why you were doing this. Everything we had been through together, and you left me in the dust.
This friendship that broke was harder for me than any break up I had ever had. After this, I swear I hit my lowest point in my life. I realized how much you meant to me and that I had no idea what I did wrong. It got to the point where I didn't want to move from my bed. I cried every night for the rest of that week. I could not believe what had happened.
The worst part of all of this wasn't that you left, but that you left without giving me any closure. Even today, I don't know what I did to make you so distant and eventually to leave. I tried reaching out to you a couple weeks after our last encounter to get that closure I needed, but you ignored my text and continued to pretend I didn't exist.
If you are reading this, I want you to know that I'm sorry for whatever I did and I wish you would have given me some sort of explanation so I know what not to do if this type of thing occurs again.
I also want you to know that I miss being your friend. I wish it didn't end this way. But since I can only move forward... I guess this is a goodbye from me to you. I wish you the best in life.
Your Platonic Crush