The talk. A lot of text.
Somehow this page became partially my... diary? Well, with no one to talk to, I guess it's okay. This page is visited by two people maximum anyway. So who cares.
I've seen in movies/series like psychiatrists advice people to not hold everything inside and to share what you really want to say deep down. Tho it have done on the couple sessions... But it's too late for that. I don't know if it helps. Probably not. But I'll write the wall of text anyway. What? Are you saying that I just want attention? You're right. How the one could not wanting it after not talking to another person even in simple friendly conversation for MONTHS...?
Aanyway...
You. Looking back, now I'm thinking... Have you even loved me at all? I remember the very first time I've confessed, I was young and a bit emotional, having someone with so much in common, sharing it with you, feeling that connection. But your first reaction... if I remember right, you weren't that excited at first. More like a polite awkwardness, almost the same when I first tried to hit on your character using my own (you weren't into M/M back then... Rasiel was begging A. for a kiss... I still have that art).
Maybe with time you got used to me to say it back, tho the more I think about what was happening, your words feel more empty... especially after all lies.
For last years I was understanding that I'm not enough and you need to have other friends too, so we tried to play with others. But back then, in the past, I was really hurt and confused when you lied to me to talk to others. For me, you always had been THE partner, THE friend - everything I needed. So I had never felt the need to have anyone else. Some of your "smart" friends back then had called it a manipulation, I think. But what could I do when it had hurt knowing that I'm not enough? Really hurt. Could it be called something foul? ...And everytime, in tears, I tried to explain myself to you, how much I need you, what I feel. And everytime you seemed to accept me. You were even blaming them, saying something about them not messaging you anyway, them forgetting about you, and you were acknowledging that I was always here for you. It was making me smile a little bit, tho with a bitter understanding that you probably weren't complimenting me but instead wanted them to write you.