I had to cut you off.

I was told, “it feels like I used you,” during one of the most vulnerable times in my life. It cut me to my core. But I am the one who opened myself up to someone during that vulnerable time. I will take responsibility for that.

I have to take the bad with the good. For all the joy I experienced when I was with you, I must now endure the pain of letting go.

At first I think you did feel something. Your eyes wandered to mine when they shouldn’t. You spoke such hopeful words, whispers of what could be, late nights holding my hand, marks on my neck and lips that I had to cover up…

I will never understand why you tried so hard to get my attention only to be so uninterested when that attention was returned.

I thought what we had was the beginning of something. There were so many things I wanted to do and experience with you, even it that was just as friends. You are special. I wish you joy, happiness, success, and love.

I miss you. I miss our friendship. I’d do it all over again but I’d change one thing, I wouldn’t cut you off.