When I think back to all of our happy memories I can't help but smile.
We were perfect. Too perfect now that I think about it.
I gave you everything I had, and you did the same.
Maybe that's why I thought we would never end, because we understood each other in a way that no one ever could.
Which in turn makes me ask myself: How could I have been so dumb?
How could I have missed the way you started looking at her?
I mean, the signs were all there: My name quickly went from Baby Girl and Princess to Yesi, while she went from stranger to "Best Friend".
I think deep down I knew what it meant, but the thought of losing you was more frightening than anything else.
It took me some time, but I eventually realized that I couldn't force you to stay with me if you no longer loved me.
And even after all this, we remain friends because I'm far too scared to let go of that small piece of hope I have. Hope that one day you'll take me back.
But that hope is quickly fading every time you call me "buddy". I think it's time to accept the fact that you love her more than you ever loved me.
I'm sorry, all this time I've probably made you seem like the bad guy. Please forgive me for that, it was never my intention to make you feel that way.
Truth be told, the real reason why I wrote this was to tell you something I've been too scared to say. I want to say thank you for making me feel alive again. Thank you for making me the happiest I've ever been. But most of all, thank you for showing me what it feels like to be loved.