Thank you for the best year of my life. Thank you for being my first time and my first love. Thank you for telling me how loved I was, constantly. Thank you. But...

Did you really have to leave me the way you did? You left for college and we told each other it was better to part ways with a clean break. You convinced me that long distance was too painful, and I believed you, because while I am enough with out you, I was so much more with you. You promised we'd always be loved by each other because we would always have each other to lean on, if not as partners then as friends. But a month after you packed up and left I started to notice things changing. We didn't talk over the phone as much. You were out with friends or busy with homework. And I understood, college is a big deal and all I ever wanted was to support you. But then you came home for holiday, and you couldn't find time in your schedule for lunch with me. Next time, you would say. But then next time came, again and again. And again and again you blew me off.

Somehow, without knowing it, I had become obsolete to you.

For the next few months I would lay in bed every night wondering how anyone ever lived with the kind of pain I felt. The pain of going from a parter to a forgotten past.

I'm not sure if I could ever forgive you for what you have continuously done to me since last summer. But what scares me most, is that if you asked me to, I think I would apologize for you.