Sam, what the hell?
Sam. Why tell me now that you have feelings for me and this means we can't be friends any more?
I've known you since college and you've been my best friend in the whole world. You've seen me at my very, very worst, you've heard me say the darkest things, you've run your fingers over the scars on my wrists way back when.
You still loved me and treated me like I was normal. You didn't pity me or handle me with cotton gloves.
We've been on many adventures and talked about near enough every damn topic there is. We have helped one another when we couldn't handle life any longer. You've been my hero so many times. You've been my sanity at times, too. You've encouraged me with my dreams and quirky ways. You've inspired me.
Now you say, you can't be friends with me any more. We can't talk any more. We can't see each other any more.
Are you kidding? Is this for real? You're my best friend. I don't know how I'm going to get through losing you.