I don't know what to feel anymore. It feels as if someone pulled my heart straight out from my chest and stomped then ran it through the shredder. I know I should be excited, but…
I wish I’d had the confidence to tell you when I had the chance. But I had so many chances.
And I wasted every one.
I was too scared, too afraid of what you’d say.
You seem so happy now. That’s all I ever wanted you to be, anyway.
Yet, why does it hurt me on the inside when you talk about him?
And then there are all your other close friends. You have so many of them now, so it doesn’t matter what happens to me, does it?
I never was that good of a friend.
I probably never would have loved you and given you what you wanted any better than him. So, maybe it was all better in the end.
All that matters is that you’re happy.