Dear You,

You know who you are, and more than likely, several other people know who you are too.
It's taken me a long time to be able to write this down and even now I can't seem to find the words to say.

When we first met, I was drawn to you. I wanted to get to know you. Your likes and dislike. Your favorites and not so favorites. Your goals, your dreams, and your heart. It took a long while before we finally got to that point, but when we did, it felt as if I already knew all that about you.

We shared a lot in common. You impressed me with how much you knew about the things I was just learning about and wanted to know more about. When you would explain things to me, I would stare at you and smile because you would get so excited about whatever it was you were talking about. Your voice had this way of making me calm, and despite everything that was going on in my life, I found it peaceful.

I always went out of my way for you. I walked with you to class even though I didn't have to. When I saw that you were upset, hurting, or in need, I found ways to make you feel better. I didn't want to see you hurt, because seeing you hurt also made me hurt.

We were there for one another. All of those late nights driving around town or at your house where we would talk about everything we thought and felt were the best times to me. It is those times that I remember the most.

I remember the day I told you how I felt. I kinda just said it and you smiled. I think you were actually kinda flattered by it. But it didn't stop us from continuing our friendship.

When people would find out we were going to the same college, they would tell me that you would abandon me. They would say that you would forget about me because that's what you do. I didn't believe them because I didn't want to. I guess in my mind I thought that the friendship we had would continue no matter. I mean, we had shared so much to each other and I knew everything about you. You can't just abandon a person like that, right?

But you did. I wasn't surprised when it happened. Actually, I didn't know how I felt. But sitting here writing this I now know what that feeling was. Heartbreak. My heart hurt because I had lost you. You weren't mine to lose, but it still felt like it. But I think my heart hurt more because I was disappointed. I knew the kind of person you were. I just thought that you would be different. To me, you were kind. You were charming. You were a person that always put others first, and that would have given all you had to make sure everyone had what they needed.

You became that other person though. The other person that does whatever he has to fit in. The other person that is only concerned about prestige and prominence. I was upset, and still am upset, to see that's who you have chosen to be.

To the friend I feel in love with, I don't regret you. You were the best friend that I have ever had. You taught me more than any friend I have had. You were the first person I loved, and still now, it's hard for me to find someone because I'm always comparing them to you. I understand that you could never feel the same way about me that I do about you, and that's okay.

For you my friend, there is so much I hope for you. I hope you live life to its fullest, and that you learn all you can. I hope that you are successful in anything you do. I hope that you find yourself, I hope that you find happiness, and I hope that you even find love. I hope nothing but the best for you.