I doubt you'll ever read this and even if you somehow stumbled across it, I doubt my words would mean much to you. But I need to get this off my chest, I need to say it, shout or scream it somewhere because it's killing me inside. We've been friends for 8 years and you've been my favourite person before I even realised what a FP was. When I did, I never told you. I didn't want to put that weight upon you. Regardless, you were happy to take the attention and because I'm hopeless at setting boundaries for myself, I threw my affection and adoration towards you. I admired you because I thought you were everything I'm not - funny, witty, assertative, brave, unafraid and undeniably you.  


Now you've taken all that love, all that affection and slapped me cold in it's wake. You've found a new circle of friends and deemed mine worthless. I know I can't cage you. I honestly never wanted to. All I wanted was for you to meet me halfway. To let me feel just a smidge of that unconditional love, that understanding that I showed you. And now that you've abandoned me, the very way I was terrified you would, you can't even bring yourself to say sorry.  


Maybe you don't believe you've done anything wrong. Maybe you haven't and this is all just a stretched out greivance that I created in my own head. That's not the point though. That's not what makes you guilty. It's your complete lack of remorse, empathy or concern. I told you that you hurt me. You've done nothing since to show you actually care. Silence. Just silence. That's what makes you a coward.