There are many times when you’ve made me feel excited and thrilled. It’s as if you felt something special for me. But there are sometimes when you do the opposite.

Now, I try to talk to you, but I always arrive late. You say we’ll talk later, you’re friendly, but you’re not there again. I don’t get you.

Many things have happened since my last post. I’ve gone out with the person I like, and we’re better friends than before, but the hope of there being something else beyond friendship is fading everyday. I’m trying not to think about it anymore. I’m glad we’re friends at least.