A farewell

So I feel like I shouldn't be writing this out here for my own good but naturally as a writer and wimpy emotional being I had to get it out of my system so...

Here goes.

Today there was this special dress-up thing for a school club and I couldn't help but notice how nice, might I even say handsome, you looked. I still find you good-looking enough to notice that, I guess.

I thought I didn't have feelings for you anymore, so I wanted to go and say "hi" or something and talk like I thought we could, yet everytime I tried to make a comment I'm your direction, I couldn't help but feel ignored.

Maybe I

Am I not good enough for you?
Do you even feel anything for me anymore, if you ever did?

I mean, I wish we could openly have a conversation about how things should be but I guess for you there isn't anything to talk about, is there.

I don't even know if you check my blog anymore or if your once-piqued interest in me as a human being just went down the drain since we parted.

It sure seems that way.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I thought I was over you, but when it comes to trying to be your friend again I'm not, and frankly, it hurts.

Maybe we shouldn't be friends, and maybe when you graduate I'll never hear of you again. That's unfortunate, but by the way you've put effort into our friendship it seems like it's best to be strangers.

Only a few more months until you're gone.

I sincerely wish you the best.

-Experienced Novice