Yesterday I told my best friend how much I cared about her. I met the only girl I've ever loved at the beginning of high school, and we dated until our senior year. I'm going to college out west, she's going out east. We didn't think we had a future so we quit before we had any more past. I met my best friend at the beginning of sophomore year. She's been there for me the past year like nobody else could. If I had met her first, then maybe everything would have been switched around. My whole life could have gone in a completely different direction if someone had switched me out of one class and into another.
She had a boyfriend the whole time I had a girlfriend, and we were both truly in love with our significant others. And then we both quit for the same reasons. But we didn't find our way to each other. I like her so much, and I wish things could have worked out. But she's never felt the same about me, so I didn't tell her until we had three weeks left. I did it because I didn't want to have any more regrets, but it didn't make a difference. There wasn't a chance for us six months ago, there isn't one now, and there wouldn't be one if I never told her. So I'm just glad I got a chance to enjoy these six months learning that I could care for someone else, and being able to just have someone, even if it's not special. I have no regrets. And I guess that's why it didn't hurt when she told me she had already known, and didn't feel the same way.
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