Dear Boy,
Don't you remember? Don't you remember everything we had? You sure act like you don't.
We used to be best friends, or good friends at least. We used to talk, to hangout, we even had some inside jokes. Don't you remember all the fun times we had? I liked you, and you liked me. Even though we never did anything with what we had together, it was okay, because you were still in my life. Even though we are in totally different friend groups, we still made our friendship work, without the all the awkwardness. Over the summer, I didn't really see you, and that hurt. I missed you. But when I did talk to you, it made me so happy. Now, it hurts even more. I pass you in the hall, and you completely ignore me. It's like I don't even exist to you any more. And this hurts even more. Why can't we at least be friends? I miss you. I am sorry boy, but I am moving on. I can't live in the past any longer. I am done with you boy, no matter how much it hurts me.
With love Sincerely,
Girl.