honestly, I would understand if you shouldn't answer my texts. It's been one year and eight weeks. 60 weeks. 421 days. Why haven't I texted back? I don't know. I don't remember. I can't recall. Did you feel ignored? Did I end our friendship? We're we even friends in the first place? What were our little talks to you? Did you say the truth? Did I lie? Did we ever say goodbye? Did I lose you? Did I choose to lose you? Or did you just fall out of sight for me? Did you think about me as often as I did? Did you think about texting me and forgot too? I didn't plan it that way. I'm sorry. Because I don't know what you think of me but I want you to think of me as my friend; r. I regret giving you a reason to think of me any differently.