Some time ago, for four days, I have been relentlessly checking my phone--iMessage, Facebook, Twitter and Line, even. You know how much I'm non-committed to Line and other messages apps, and yet I opened it every now and then to check your message box.

No messages arrived.  

Each day that passed during those four days, it hurt me. I wish you knew that. Then I saw you whining online about how you're unlucky when it comes to your love life and that did it for me. I was mad, even as I was sending you that drunk message. Misunderstanding aside, I would have been okay if you only apologized. But you didn't. I was happy for the longest time since I can remember, only to be broken by someone I liked.

Days went by and you never really connected with me again. By the time I have already cooled down, that's when I realized I actually missed talking to you, and that maybe I overreacted. I instigated a conversation by sending you cute things because they almost never fail, but then you just stopped replying altogether, and this makes me sad when I think about it. Sad not because of what led us to this, but because it sure feels like I lost a friend.

I want to let you know that it was you I wanted to talk to when I was having a really bad day. It was you I wanted to bring with me on the prize I won, when my best friend bailed. It was you who made me change the way I feel about my outlook in life.

I want to tell you that those four days I waited for you hurt, yes it did. But what hurt me more was when you stopped being my friend.

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P.S. This post is really about me being immature for not getting mentioned in a Survivor-related tweet. Do not take it seriously. :))