I'm just going to say this here: our friendship ended, yet she still comes on here. I know she wants to get in touch, but I'm just not ready yet. I'm scared to get hurt the way I did. I'm scared to do so much for others because of what you did. I always put you above me. It always felt like it was you first, me last. It was never about me. I couldn't tell you anything I was going through over the years. I was always in second place. Even this year, with all the stuff I was going through, you never wanted to be there for me when I asked you. You'd somehow make it about yourself and bring me down with my insecurities. I wish you loved me the way I did. I treasured our friendship. It's something I will never forget. Maybe it had to end this way. I'll be here, but not as close. I will love you after all. You've been my friend for more than half my life. That's just not something that can be erased easily.