You’ll probably never understand, but I loved you so much, platonically that is, but it grew to a point I was so happy just to see you, I’d get out of my comfort zone bc ik you’d be there. You just made me so happy, I’ve kept all the birthday cards you gave me, I remember last year crying bc you forgot to give me one. It’s my fault for unnecessarily growing attached to you. I just hate the fact we can’t be friends anymore and I wish I could understand why you lied to that extent. I miss you bro