OK, so now I know I've hurt you. I'm sorry. If I'd have had any idea that you were being serious, I would have said "Oh, yes!" (orgasmic, I know) in a minute. Going out with you as always been a pitiful dream of mine. It's like you're unreachable, that guy I can never get.

So, I did the next best thing. I became friends with you. I expected that to make me see your faults instead of this perfect dream guy, and thus destroy my crush on you, but in truth, it made me adore you anymore. Not only were you fine, but you were also an amazing guy. Even seeing your faults made me like you more, because they were wonderful faults, like apologizing to much, or trusting people when we aren't sure if they're trustworthy.

So it went. You became my confidant, and I became yours. We've gone through a plethora (Remember Mrs. Riley's class, sitting together, and getting in trouble, but also making the highest grades in the class. She loved words like "plethora") of experiences together. I thought for sure that you thought of me as nothing more than the sister you never had.

Then came that day. You asked me out, and I thought you were joking. I don't understand why I laughed, but I did. Perhaps I thought it was too good to be true, and when it's too good to be true, it usually is. God, if I hadn't been so stupid, I could be at the movies with you right now, kissing you like I wanted to for so long. However, it's too late for that now.

We have spoken since that day, and our friendship is still there, but it's not the same, and it never will be.

I'm sorry I hurt you,