“They had built up a defective and asymmetrical friendship, made up of long absences and much silence, a clean and empty space to which both could come back to breathe when the walls of the school became too close for them to ignore the feeling of suffocation."

It's been a difficult night. I haven't cried like this in a very long time. I suddenly miss you so much. I'm not sure if I'm okay with the way things ended between us. You were just quiet, just like every other time we got in an argument.

I'm sick and tired of hanging by the side of your life. I guess it doesn't matter how hard I try, I will never be a part of it; I will never be someone that you truly care about. Two years is a long time and I'm not sure how I could even make it that long. The next few days will be hard.

I honestly don't know what the point was, but I liked having you in my life. Maybe I built up, on my own, this illusion that you care about me, that you enjoy having my company, and that I mean more to you than just a mediocre friend. I'm not even sure why I fight so hard to get your attention--maybe because those feelings are still there? Sometimes I really honestly wish I never fell for you. It hurts. I know you're happy, and I wish for you nothing less.

I hope you'll have a good life ahead of you. I'm done fighting to be a part of it--friendship was never supposed to be this difficult anyways.