I was there when your father passed. I colored and brightened your misery with sunshine. I was the unconditional friend who invested time in you. I’d drop in to say hi or drop off lunch. I did so whole heartedly and with pure intentions, nothing phony or flirtatious. I vouched for you and helped you get a job, away from your misery. We shared endless laughs and common frustrations; we cried together. Throughout this friendship I gave you so much while you pulled away each time. I am not sorry that friendship was all I ever offered you. I am not sorry that I never sneaked around with you the way she does. I never wanted your time in that way or manner. It saddens me to see your words come to life, that I am an acquaintance and not a friend. When I first heard it I already knew it was true, but sometimes you’re forced into letting things go temporarily. Now that I am no longer your colleague, I am also neither an acquaintance nor a friend. I sincerely wish that you find the missing piece to that vast void in your heart, an emptiness you believe can only be filled with deceit and lust. I was a friend from start to end. Thank you for all the laughs.