Missing you.

I hate that we can't be friends any more. We used to be so close, we could practically read eachothers minds. Then it all got messed up. For years we were apart, yet it didn't stop us from being friends. You understood what I was thinking. Now you're still only an email away, but I can't. She's there. I don't begrudge her anything, except that she got one of my very best friends. And because you're married to her, we can't be friends any more. I know that I was the one who insisted on it being this way. I did it for her, and for you, to make your new married life easier. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to date you, I never wanted to marry you- sorry if that sounds harsh. But goodness, I miss you. The worst part is that I can't even tell you. Come fall I'll be back in Provo, I'm sure I'll see you on campus. You said that I'd be friends with Her, and I hope that's true. But is that fair- I don't want to be a third wheel. Maybe when I get married we can all be friends, but I'm not so sure. So that's all. I miss you. Fine, I said it. My shrink would be so proud of me. (If I had one).