Remebering contradictory stories.

Remembering loads of moments with you, when it was just you and me, everyday, everynight. I hush my urge to cry. All those moments will never come back anymore. And my heart suffers because you're not here, even as a friend. I miss you, a lot, I really need you to be my friend.
I must be weaker they use to think. But I'm strong enough to be writing this and telling how I feel.
You were the closest person to be loved by me, although I can't love in that way. But I really loved you in a huge way. I don't know what changed my mind about not trying to love someone in that way, but I did. With you. And I failed. But I don't regret it. It was a good experience, after all, it doesn't matter all the problems we had. There's no happyness without suffering.
The reason why I'm writing that...well, there's not a reason. I just needed to do it.
I know you will probably never read this. I think it's better you won't.
I just hope you know how important you were for me one day.