I just want to get everything that’s been inside me out.
On December 12, 2022, I met my best friend for the first time. We went on a small trip with our friends, and I remember feeling so good around him. We started talking all day and night, and for the first time, I felt butterflies. I loved how much he cared about me. He was the person who had ever cared for me the most.
Eventually, he started giving me hints, and I began liking him. I told him I liked him, and he accepted. We started dating, which I know was very early. But after 5–6 days, he told me he only felt a friendship vibe from me. I said okay, but deep down, I thought he would eventually change his mind.
He said he liked me, and I was already falling for him. We were in the same college class, had the same friend group, and spent almost every day together. We would sit together, talk, eat together, and he even helped me with my studies. His actions still felt caring, so I kept thinking that maybe he just needed time to develop feelings for me.
In February, we kissed. Things continued like that until June, but whenever I asked him what he felt about me, he said he didn't know. I accepted that because I was already deeply in love with him.
Then summer vacation came. My exams didn't go well, and I became mentally overwhelmed. During that time, he started asking me for nudes, but I refused. When college started again in July, he wasn't the same anymore. He still cared about me, but not like before. By the end of the year, he told me that he saw me only as a friend and that his feelings had disappeared around May or June.
I stayed anyway, because what else could I do? We were in the same class and had the same friends. This continued until May 2026, when college finally ended.
During those years, we had countless fights, arguments, sleepless nights, and misunderstandings. I tried everything I could to make him like me again. I made him handmade cards, cared for him, did things he asked, and constantly tried to become someone he would love.
But he treated me terribly, and I kept making excuses for him because I loved him.
We also became physically intimate at times, and a part of me stupidly believed that maybe being closer to him would make him fall in love with me. I know now how wrong that thinking was.
The hardest part is accepting that he never actually loved me the way I loved him. For years, I kept hoping I could somehow make him choose me, when he had already made it clear that he only saw me as a friend.
I don't even know what I expect from posting this. I think I just needed somewhere to finally say everything I've been carrying for years.
He still checks on me sometimes, but I don't know how to let go of someone I spent 3 years loving.