We were freshman dating for months when you told me you loved me for the first time. I fell hard. Little did I know that a couple weeks later you would call things off to “focus on yourself” when you actually went on to start a (short) relationship with one of my friends. I was broken but for some reason I was always the one who apologized. It felt like I did something wrong.

Flash forward 2 years. We’re juniors in high school. I’ve been in a happy relationship for over a year now. We had some classes together which opened up the possibilities of being friends. The idea of having you back into my life was more than I could ask for. Day by day we began talking more. And texting. And before you knew it we were spending every day after school together. And then the feelings came back. I had a boyfriend but you were my first love. I even considered leaving him for you. But you knew I couldn’t do that. I cried myself to sleep one night over the idea of losing him. So you told me to stay with him, only after you kissed me.

I thought you understood. I thought you valued our friendship more than to just walk away. I apologized day after day for “leading you on” and “hurting your feelings”. But I was the one in a relationship. You came after me. And you knew the risks.

Flash forward 2 more years. We’ve both graduated now. I see you every once in a while but we just walk past each other without saying a word. You have a girlfriend now and I hope she makes you happy. All I want is for you to be happy. I wish I could reach out and we could be friends again like old times. But I can’t do that because your stubborn arrogance won’t let you accept my apologies. So I give up. I’m not sorry anymore. I’ve tried time after time to regain your friendship. You either ignored me or neglected what I would say. So all I have to say now is I hope life treats you well without me in it.