7 January, 1999
  John,
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If you think that I can waste another minute of my life like this, you're wrong. And if you think that I can waste another piece of myself like this, you're stupid. And if you think that these tears don't mean anything, or that YOU don't mean anything... then you're just ignoring the truth.

Why? Why do you not love me like I love you? For seven years, SEVEN years, we have been best friends. Before it was "ok" for boys and girls to be best friends, we WERE. We were the exception. And I miss the feelings I used to have when you'd smile at me. Not because my feelings have changed, but because YOU DON'T SMILE ANYMORE.

I never told you. I never admitted it to you, and it's taken me this long to admit it to myself. I love you. I love you more than anyone has ever loved.. and it's absolutely killing me inside. It hurts to know that you don't even love me as your friend, let alone more. And I dream of you at night... I wake up, and you are the first thought in my mind. And It is pure pain to know that I'm the last thought in your mind. I'm someone you think about when you're bored, or aren't talking to one of your crushes.

Well, you are MY crush. You've hurt me so many times, with this attitude of yours. This vibe you give off... telling me how absolutely insignifigant I am. It hurts.

I just had to get this off my chest. I had to make it known... if not only to you... but also to myself.

Forever Changing,

Olivia

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