I didn't know how I felt back then, and now of course I look at it through different eyes. If I had known then what I really know now, perhaps I would have asked. But, sadly I fear you weren't the kind that I wished you were. And sadly, I could never really talk to you now as I know myself more. You are the first I remember that I really liked that way, and it is strange to think of how it was you were taken away. Perhaps it was that which made me a bit more colder to the one who left me first. I wonder if it still affects my thought of them. The tears I cried that day make a little more sense now, then they did back then. I wasn't much of a friend to you, and if you knew what I thought of you, you'd probably have been freaked out by it. If I knew what I really was, and am to this day, maybe I would have freaked out a bit too.
I never really thought of it like that before.