I miss you so much. We were friends. I felt safe. I loved you so much. I thought there would be a place for my love in our friendship. I thought it could be beautiful and meaningful. I never wanted to hurt anybody else. I was in s dark place struggling. I’m not making excuses. It just was like that. And then you dropped me. You cut me out of your life. I still see you. I still have to meet you. I still bleed inside after one and a half year. When I did try to talk about how I felt, you called me a border crossing, unthankful egoistic b******. It’s probably true. And I suffer for it. Every day. Still.

And I still love you.