Dear you,

   I feel as if you don't want to talk to me most of the time. You told me you'd always be there for me. You lied. You're a great friend. But there's a few things that I can't tell you. I can't tell you most of the truth because I'm afraid of hurting you. Maybe someday, just someday, I can tell you everything. You're really understanding, and I appreciate that mucho, but I wish you'd trust me more.

  ♥ Me.