Sometimes I wonder if we’re still friends like you said we’d be. But I feel as though you blocked me. Even yesterday I was nervous to talk to you; scared our break up screwed everything apart just like last time. I’ll forever love you, but I know you can’t love me. I’m moving on, and I hope you can too. I’m here whenever you need me even if I am forbidden to talk to you. I wish we could’ve worked out, but I know I’m not good enough for you. I’ll be right there, down the street, on snap, TikTok, instagram, and even possibly messages. I love you. But I know that we can’t be together romantically again.