It’s been almost a year, and I still can’t move on from what I did last year. Maybe it was wrong of me to have confessed my feelings to you. Maybe if I had just kept it all bottled up inside, we would still be talking like normal friends. It still hurts a little inside, I keep trying to convince myself that I’ve already moved on, but I can’t stop thinking of the “What Ifs” and possibilites and how things would’ve worked out had I not confessed to you. I can’t bring myself to apologise because I did sort of hurt you in the process. I’m a coward. Nothing has ever been the same. I still have the trip that we promised to go on 2 years from now with our group of friends written down on a sticky note on my desk, but I don’t think it’s gonna feel the same with this tension between us. I might have to drop out of it. I’m sorry that this is what our friendship has come to.
