We’ve known each other for fifteen years, my whole life. We’ve been friends for 7 years, half of my life. For 7 years I’ve spent a lot of time wishing you liked me back. To be honest, I don’t know why little 9 year old me liked you. We loved each others company only when we were alone. As soon as your friends were around you treated me like a total dick and pretended I wasn’t even there.
But i loved you and your company. We would play fortnite (cringe) and star wars battlefront. It was so fun as kids. Then a couple of years passed and we still played star wars but we talked about music and movies. You asked me if i liked you. I did. I kind of loved you. I thought about you everyday, but i said i didn’t like you and i couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed. Either way you never told me how you felt.
Since then, two years have passed and we talk like once a month. Just small talk but its something. You have a thing for the girl who hates me. Maybe she influenced you to stop talking to me as much.
But i still love you. I’ve never even been with you yet i have such respect for you. My friends say i should just tell you because i might be wasting time that we could be together, but if you wanted to you would and you haven’t. Tell Georgia i say hi and that she can go fuck herself if she did make you stop talking to me. Love ya.