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Dear Somebody,
For a while I was pretty upset with myself. I thought that I had done something to deceive you. I thought that I had treated you wrong in a lot of ways. Now I realize though, how you’ve treated me for the past few weeks, far exceeds anything I could have ever done wrong to you. If you loved me and I loved you there would have been nothing to figure out in the first place.
Why does it seem like people who didn’t even know me at all were the one’s who saw right through me, they knew what I really felt and understood and respected that. Instead you looked past all the obvious signals. You saw them too, and the part that I’ll never even begin to understand is why you looked past them. I think in some kind of a way you wanted it not to be true. You didn’t want what other people said about what I thought about you to be true. You didn’t want me to like you, maybe you just wanted to like me until you found someone knew.
The reason why I denied my feelings for you was because I was scared of what they would lead to. And if you were really as close to me as you say you were, you would have understood that. But instead you punished me for that.
The reason why you are denying your feelings for me, is because you would rather have them for someone else. That is deliberate and intentional and out of selfishness and complete disregard for my feelings.
You know what? You were right when you told me that you weren’t special, that you didn’t have anything to offer a girl. Each girl just gets blinded by your compliments. I can admit so did I. But they become worthless when you use the same ones on every girl. That’s no way to get a girl’s affection. The shame of it all is that no guy’s compliments will ever compare, but then again, maybe they will at least be sincere.
It’s funny how you say that you need my friendship...yet you play with my emotions the way you do. If you had everything you needed with your girlfriend you wouldn’t need my friendship. You wouldn’t be so crushed over an ended friendship. I think there’s more to this then you let on...
... I desperately want you to be the person who I thought you were.
Are you that person?
You could have proven to be that person.
It makes me wonder, if you were, why didn’t you, why didn’t you show that?
...it’s never to late to prove that you were that person.
But you don’t care enough to do that.
Sincerely,
Me