I still remember the day I watched you. It was on my old account, when I had barely started and knew almost nothing. I felt somewhat judged and like I annoyed many. But I was drawn to you. Your poetry, your personality, your openness...it made me so happy and I thought maybe I could have a real friend here.
So I read more of your poems, got more absorbed. Thinking, 'She's so good at this. She's so nice. I wish I could write this freely.' Wondering, 'Aw this is such a cute love poem! I wonder who the lucky girl is this time...' Sometimes, I thought it could have been me. Now I know a few were, and that made me feel so special.
Of course, things changed for me. I got a boyfriend and everyone was happy for me, even you. A year and a half later, it all went downhill. We had become closer and closer so I confided in you. You were there, cheering me up, making me smile and laugh when it was one of the last things I wanted to do. Then I found out the truth. You liked me. You had for awhile. M