Dear You

You were my best friend. I trusted you and I loved you. You nestled your way into my life so easily. We clicked. We laughed.

And then it changed.

You developed feelings. I remained the same. I told you to bury them and I wish you kept them buried. I wish you never fell in love with me. It scared me. I was so vulnerable. I was never ready for love.

You were my best friend and what hurts more right now is that I've lost my best friend. I've lost your trust. I've lost you.

I wish we had stayed best friends and I wish you were satisfied with that. I wish we never went on that holiday. I wish I never got drunk and kissed you. I wish that we could just be best friends. I wish. I wish.

But all that is broken now, isn't it?
And wishes don't come true.

I hope someday you can look me in the eyes and see what you've done to me. I hope you heal. I hope I do too for real this time...
I hope one day we could be friends. I don't know.

I loved you, but we both know it was the wrong time for both of us. It was wrong timing. I believe you should've waited for me to heal properly. I don't know.

But you resent me now and our memories mean nothing to you now. Those memories meant the world to me. And I don't know what to do with these thoughts.

Anyway, I hope you heal.

Love
Elizabeth