Please, forgive me for what I did to you. It wasn’t fair to you. It wasn’t fair to our story. I don’t understand what led me to break up with you. I guess it was only fear of where we were going, of how serious our relationship was becoming.
I can’t understand what you’re doing to you life. I see you at the hall and I think you are not my P-, the one that was my best friend and my lover. You are throwing four years of your life away. You are forgetting everything you went through to get this. To get what you’re giving up now. I was with you then. I saw how hard it was.
I keep asking myself if it would be different if we were still together. I wish I could explain to you what a stupid decision you’re making, because it looks like no one close to you notices it.
I’m happy that you found someone that likes you as much as you’re able to like her, but I didn’t think our friendship would be forgotten so quickly.
I didn’t want us to become strangers to each other, saying nothing more than “hi” when we meet. No one that didn’t see us two years ago would believe that we could talk for hour on end.
I want my best friend back. I want you back to my life.