You were my first girlfriend, my co-worker, my best friend, my lover, and my cheerleader…and I wasn’t there for you when you needed a friend. I was still in love with you, so I built up walls to protect myself because I wanted you with me, and not just my friend and I hated that you were back with someone who at some point didn’t want you. I was selfish as I stopped talking to you and pulled away even further. It broke my heart when we both ended our jobs and you signed my going away present “Come What May…” the vows we shared on your living couch, and recited often “…I will love you until my dying day.” It’s been a year since we’ve talked, and I miss your friendship.
Your lez-by honest friend