I know you don't really want to talk to me. It's just an obligation to you. But to me, it's really important. I love the time I spend talking to you. I love your witty answers, the little insights you have into my life. And the more time I spend talking to you, the more I think I love you.
But now you've found someone you can be yourself around, and I know you're better off with her than you ever were pining over me. And as much as it hurts me to admit it, I could never be good enough for you, anyway.
But it still sucks, you know, because you were such a large part of my life that it'll leave a huge, gaping hole if you leave. I mean, when you leave. I could never talk to you knowing that you'd rather be talking with her. Or have a fun conversation with you, with the nagging thought in my mind that you're laughing at something funnier that she said, inadvertently comparing me to her. And in that scenario of my mind, she always wins.
So until you tell me that you like her, please excuse my reservedness. I hope you don't notice that I'm trying to talk to you less, to wean myself from you, although I doubt it'll cross your mind.
I'm happy for you, just less thrilled for me.
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