We met just around a year ago. At first I was too scared to talk to you, I thought you weren't even interested in being friends. But eventually it clicked, we started hanging out. You brought joy, you were positive, a breath of fresh air. You didn't try and hide your faults, didn't hide the imperfections. It was going well, We were getting to know eachother.
I knew we wouldn't end up as anything more than friends, but I tried to be there for you whenever I could. Then you.. disappeared? Well, Not completely. But enough for me to feel like I wronged you. Enough to feel like it'd be best if I left. Eventually, We talked it out, you explained yourself. But now I just feel like a.. wart? I'm just this negative pile of garbage. I'll bring the mood down no matter what, I'm not much of a talker, I don't know. I'm sorry.

You appeared like a comet, from seemingly nowhere while I was at my lowest. When I was nothing more than a dying star drifting through space and time waiting for my time to pass.
Little by little you put me back together, patching the holes left by others.
Honestly, it's not a stretch to say that you kept me alive. Without you I wouldn't be here today. Thank you.
The seven years we spent together won't ever be forgotten, you won't be forgotten. The way you speak, the way you held my hand, the way you were so excited to show me whatever you had accomlpished.

Every day is a struggle, I can't quite get to bed in time, nor can I get out of bed in time. Sometimes I'll lay there for hours upon hours trying to sleep. I'm sorry.
Life's rough right now. I don't feel like I have anything going for me. I don't have many friends, in fact, I can count them on one hand. I'm thankful for what I've got though, and hopefully I'm not too much of a burden on them.
I'm going through life, one day at a time, and eventually life will get better. Hopefully. We've been taking steps forward though. I'm both proud and disappointed in myself.

We met by chance online, and we're even from the same country, what are the odds? Even though I've only met you in person once and we don't talk nearly as much as we should, you're undoubtedly one of, if not the individual I trust the most.
You stuck through the highs and the lows, Through the gambling addiction, through the depression, through my first attempt at bettering myself. Through the second one.. and the third one..
in all honesty I don't know if I can ever solve the underlying issues with myself. But thank you for not dismissing me and my feelings.

Remember last year of college? You made the biggest effort out of anyone to make sure I was okay. You'd come over with care packages for me, even though you didn't even life in the same city. Hell, you didn't even have a car to make the trip easier. But you spent the time and effort to be there for me. Thank you. I still have the sweater you gave me, y'know, the really fuzzy small one? It's a little small for me, has been ever since you got me it. But I still wear it whenever I feel down. I'm sad we don't talk much, if at all, unfortunately we drifted too far apart.

A few years ago I, to put it bluntly, would've ended my life. If not for you. Those of you who I'd spend hours upon hours with in chat, both voice, video and through texts.
The people who, despite our differences, be it timezone, beliefs, opinions. Would just sit down and banter, play games, watch videos, do stupid shit at 4am.

Y'know, it hurt. You kept going on and on about how I should speak my mind more. How I should tell people how I feel more often. But when I finally did? You ignored me. Over and over and over again. I cried out for help, I told you I wasn't feeling well. You cast it aside, like trash. Like I wasn't worth more than the toilet paper you'd use.

We don't talk as much anymore, I think that's mostly my fault? Either way, I'm sorry I coulnd't reciprocate what you were feeling.
I love you, as much as one could from across the sea. I'll always be there for you, regardless what happens.

I'm sorry. I tried, I tried understanding, I tried changing.