June 18, 2014
3. Letters@8:19 PM






Dear X                                                                                                                                           0611

I write this letter with no intention to actually send it but because you were the only person who I felt truly comfortable with and since you aren’t in my life anymore, the next best thing is to imagine I’m talking to you.

I knew what to expect when I confessed to you but right now I just miss our friendship. You were and still are the only person who I feel completely comfortable around. You knew my interests and my favourite things and never ever judged or teased me about and that was probably one of my favourite things about you. You didn’t even have to try to make me feel comfortable around you because you understood me in ways that most people didn’t and it was incredibly comforting. Comforting because I didn’t have to try around you, I could just be myself and also because I knew you weren’t trying either.
I don’t know how we would’ve been like as a couple, but as friends, we were two peas of a pod. But I ruined it. 

I don’t know why exactly I fell for you but it was something that came out of nowhere. One day I was mucking around with you and the next thing you know, I wanted to be the only person you ever mucked around with. Maybe my feelings stemmed from selfishness? You made me feel comfortable and good about myself and I wanted to keep you for myself.

I miss you a lot.

-Y

Dear X                                                                                                                                           0614

Three years have passed and I still miss our friendship. If anything I think I have missed our friendship even more than before because I am finally realising how great our friendship was. I haven’t had someone who understood I like you did and I am grateful to have had someone like that but it sucks because friendships with other people don’t live up to the same standards and these friendships seems so futile.

All romantic feelings have disappeared, only because I feel like I’ve finally realised how much our friendship meant to me and that confessing to you wasn’t worth it at all. I mean, here I am still thinking about you after all this time. Doesn’t that say enough?

I miss you a lot.

I hope that you have someone who was everything you were to me, and as for me, I hope I’ll find someone like you.


-Y


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