i'm so sorry for the past few years. you relied on me to be there for you, to be your best friend, and i left. for people. i thought would make me more popular, more exciting, more acceptable. i feel so much guilt whenever i remember how things ended- it wasn't even a bad breakup, but the drift was still my fault completely. i hope i can make up for everything and build up our trust again but i feel like i can't come back from that sometimes and I'll always be the unreliable best friend in your head. also- remember your confession that one night (or, i should say, morning)? i still wonder who it's about sometimes. please don't be afraid to talk to me.