I tried. And I am trying.
You left me a long time ago. And yet I loved you. I did not expect your love in return. It was enough that you accepted that I loved you.
I gave you all I had. I supported you emotionally, helped you prepare to move, and tried to be your friend and support you as move on in life. I didn’t ask anything but friendship. I did this because I love you and because I want you to succeed and be happy.
It was unfair of you to ask me to be your safety net if you failed. But I agreed. It made me uncomfortable because I don’t want you to fail but I admit I would like to have you back here with me. Yet, I tried to be supportive. I answered your calls, gave my advice for what I thought was best for you (not for what I wanted), and tried to encourage you.
I didn’t un-friend you or drop away. You are the one that did that. You said you “can’t talk to” me any more. Would I be unhappy knowing you are dating? Yes, but that unhappiness was coming anyway and I knew that. I never said don’t date anyone. I didn’t ask for any loyalty or devotion. I only tried to be your friend.
Even when you did call me, you rarely asked how I was doing. Did you expect I was miserable all the time? Or did you just not care to ask?
If you want me as your friend, you’ll need to be uncomfortable at times. You’ll need to accept that what is good for you might make me sad, but that I’ll deal with that. And I’ll try to be your friend, without jugement. I’ll be uncomfortable at times. I’ll accept you as you are.
I’m far from perfect, but I am willing to try to be your friend.
