Maybe people are right when they say that you should be friends with someone before you love them or have a romantic relationship with them. I’ve known you for what, two years now? Possibly? Sure, we don’t talk every day like we used to but I don’t think that you’ve ever hated me for it. As far as I know. We barely spoke when I was infatuated with Shell, even less when I was with Emelia. I don’t remember how much we talked when I was with Natasha for those months. It’s all so embarrassing; you, just like my other best friend, have seen my messy, unhealthily codependent relationships crash and burn. You’ve seen the raw me, the me who wallows in misery after a breakup. I don’t like people seeing me like that. Despite me, despite my looks, my lack of knowing how to “adult,” you don’t seem to see me as childish or repulsive. I saw my face in my front facing phone camera today and practically recoiled. You don’t do that, do you? Not you.