Dear Best Friend,

I love you. You know I do. I can talk to you about anything. Well… except for this one thing. See, you knew I liked him. You did. You felt kind of bad, and part of me thinks you should. I kind of went along saying it was okay. I didn’t think it would continue.
I know I’m being ridiculous and out of line because it was irrational and there was no way he’d ever feel the same way about me. But it still really hurts.
I know you must feel a little guilty because I have to pry details out of you, of what’s happened.

I guess what I’m trying to say is it was shady.

Sincerely,

Hopeless and so stupid.