I'm deleting my memories of you. Gone are the photos and texts you sent me. I saved them and I would look at them from time to time. Although I treasured them, I cannot stand to keep them anymore. I've removed almost all vestiges of you. I'm deepening the gulf between us. Nothing solid could have been established. I dreamt of you two times. I think about you a lot. The more hopeful I become, the more disappointment I set myself up for. I attempted to be a great friend and please you in the ways that I could. Over time, I could see the cracks in our friendship and all the dissimilarities, yet I tightened my hold on you. I held onto you so shamelessly because I did not want the truth to become reality. I constantly felt pain over my feelings. My desire was simply impossible. You could not take another step and I could not take another step. There was no concrete foundation below us. Your distance in the past year, coupled with the antagonism of your admirers, really broke my heart. In the end, I know that nothing will come out of this and that reality is unbelievably harsh. You make me extremely anxious and unsure of myself, and I can drop from great highs to a deep low. Your ignorance and unintentional carelessness really hurts me. I give up on you. I will let my feelings subside because our friendship has made me feel beyond lonely.