You broke my heart. You moved up to better friends who didn't want me around. Just like every other friend. You make me feel worthless.
You are in my thoughts from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to bed at night. And then you haunt me in my dreams. When something interesting, exciting or good happens I want to tell you, but you then you're not there.
When I try to forget you, the world seems so empty, cold and worthless that I feel like dying. So, I hate remembering you, but forgetting you is even worse.
(Well, ok. I both love and hate remembering you.)
If you knew how much you occupy my thoughts, especially all these years later, it would scare the s**t out of you.
Finally, now, I could begin to explain things you didn't understand (and that I had no words for), but I don't think it would matter. It's all too late, now. You have your 'full plate,' filled with people better than me and you'll never reach outside it again. You built your bonds in a place that I couldn't go. So, I know that you don't miss me.
I tried as hard as I could to do things right and well, but you'll never know it. And I don't think you'd believe me, anyway.
I never want another friend.