I don’t think I’m fully grasping the essence of our friendship and I’m a bit unclear if that’s even the right word to describe our “relation” to each other. We were never that close and I guess we just played it off unknowingly, but we did have plenty conversations in the past with one another. And regardless of how much time we actually spent together, I do consider you a friend of mine. I commit a form of trust in you as well as a sense of care and loyalty, but I’m worried that I’m not pertained the same way from your perspective. And I guess that does bother me because you were the first person I actually opened up to and the first person that I actually wanted to talk to. And yes, it’s been a while since we’ve kept any form of communication between us lasting more than just a day, but old feelings never die.

I find myself waiting for you— to put it short. And I’m becoming more and more confused that I’m beginning to feel as if I’m wasting my time on you, again; or if you even want me to be associated with me at all. There’s nothing more that I can do, but to actually tell you how I feel and I don’t even know if I’ll ever be given the chance to.