I like to convince myself that it doesn’t matter

but I know it does.

Because I admired you then, and though I realise that I was obsessed with what you stood for to me, and that I glossed over your flaws and imperfections, I’ve always thought that we would’ve been AWESOME friends.

We will be friends, I know it. That is all I’d like, nothing more.

To friendship.

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