Dear Mindy,
I wish we I could go back in time to the period where we talked all the time over kik. That was genuinely the happiest time of my life. You were the one of the closest friends I've ever had, probably the closest.
You made it really apparent when I contacted you on discord the other day that you don't care about me as much as I still care about you. I guess I need to accept that and stop living in the past.
Maybe you never actually liked me as much as I liked you, I know months ago when I contacted you that you said you cared for me, and that you liked me.
I'm an idiot for not taking obvious hints, I was able to tell that you did like me at the time, but I guess my insecurities got the best of me and prevented me from being more open to you.
I would honestly say that I loved you, or at least as close as you can get to loving someone over the internet.
I'll always miss our talks and late night skype calls. You always wanted to call more often at night, and I'm an idiot for not doing it whenever you wanted to. I let my social anxiety an insecurity get the best of me. I regret not calling you every night.
Those late night calls were amazing, you understood that I was shy and you were okay with me not talking that much, I tried to open up to you though.
I loved that we stayed on the call even if we both stopped talking and were falling asleep. Just knowing you were there was so comforting.
You used to send me selfies all the time on kik, I saved all of them back then, which might sound a little creepy to you, so, sorry if that's the case. Awhile ago, I deleted all of them because I wanted to try to move on, and I regret that a lot now.
I know you don't care about me anymore, and honestly, I wish you would read this because I don't have the guts to send you this myself even though you wouldn't care that much about anything I said here anyway.
I'm sorry that I stopped talking to you in the first place.
-Michael.