I love you. Maybe not in the romantic sense, but I do. You've been there for me during one of the darkest times of my life, and I can't thank you enough.
But I hate you at the same time. I hate that you ghosted me and I thought you were dead. overdramatic, I know. I hate the way you finally texted and explained to me why you left. I hate the way you distanced yourself. I hate the way that every single thing I cherished back then reminds me of you, and the pain you've caused. I hate feeling like a bad person for thinking these things.It's stupid, and I've held onto this for so long. I don't wanna hold onto it anymore.