To the boy that will probably never read his messages.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever forgive you. I understand everything. The reasoning behind it all and your need to forget or move on and whatnot. But still. I never thought you’d be capable of doing something like this. The first time was hurtful enough. But as we continued to develop this friendship, you failed to mention that you were the person I once loved long ago? That, I’m not sure I will ever understand. I don’t blame you for the things you’ve done, the people you’ve met or the person you are. But I’m disappointed that you would do this without telling me when you’ve already told everyone else. I don’t know if I could ever feel the same about you as I did that night at the Diner or perhaps that night in your room. I once wanted you to the very brink of my existence but now I’m not sure if I even want to still consider you a friend. I know in time I’ll learn to forgive you, perhaps try to re-establish that old friendship we once had— a friendship and never anything more. And throughout the entire healing process, I’ll always wish for your happiness and safety. It might be slightly selfish of me to be telling you this when you might be going through your own problems. I’m sorry for that. I pray you’re okay. I really do. I always worry about you and I’ll always be concerned. I will also always be here for you when you need me. As for everything else.. well, maybe that will come in time. I’m praying for you. I’m praying that God gives me the strength to forgive you, but moreso, I’m praying that you’re safe and well. I miss you, though. I’ve always missed you.