Wow. It’s been two years since we met, you called me your best friend ever since we became desk mates but, it never felt true. My moods and health ruined this friendship, and I humiliated you a lot. Now that we do not talk anymore, watching you talk to anyone and avoid me pains me but I do not want to hurt you anymore. Talk to me or not, I wish you the best. I’m trying. Love you, May. I don’t think we match, and I hope you grow out of your immaturity.