Maybe I never liked you.

To me, you like someone because they make you feel happy through their kindness and the simple little things they do.

I used to feel that way, but somewhere, somehow, I stopped feeling it. Maybe it was right near prom when you asked your best friend out to prom. That just really broke me. I called Chris when I found out and thank God he helped stop my tears even if it was just for a while.
I forgot what happened, but my dad tipped that glass over. I went to my room and just cried and cried and cried my freakin heart out.
Everything changed between us that day, didn't it? I think that was the time that I started to worry more about you. The day when I wanted to be near you because I wanted to know that you were safe. No. I needed to know you were safe.
Realizing this now, I guess I liked you for a while, and it was a good run, but I can't just keep on worrying about you. I need to move on.
Maybe I can look at you someday later and think of you as just a friend.

Maybe hopefully someday.