I gave up on you. I tried, I really did, I told you. You never tried. You stopped talking to me, showing interest. When I was hurting, and you knew, that's the worst part, you knew, you didn't say anything. When I started acting different, you didn't ask me how I was. That broke me. You had more than three strikes. But the three strikes over the past month killed me. You really hurt me. You were my best friend. Thank you for those days, truly, for those days of happiness, laughter, and light. I won't tell anyone your secrets and I hope you won't tell mine. But ouch. You really hurt me and you don't care.