One thing in my life still haunts me today: the way things ended with you. I am sure it is a scar that will probably never heal. The whole thing seems like a nightmare. I destroyed one of the best friendships I ever had....at least I thought it was a friendship. But I've done everything I can since that day to make it all better...and nothing works. I feel like I am hitting my head against a wall over and over again. No matter what I do to fix things, I get rejected every time. I think it all comes down to acceptance. You couldn't accept me for who I was and it hurt. It took me weeks to recover. But eventually I did...and I came to a decision that we couldn't go on like we were. I tried to put things on a more stable ground. But that backfired. It then became my turn to learn a thing or two about acceptance. I thought I handled it well....but you became further and further away....and now we are to the point where we haven't talked in almost a year. I've made attempts but each time I'm ignored. Why do I even try anymore? I guess I still hold some love for you in my heart. That kind of love that friends have when they cry together and talk each other through their problems. Something keeps telling me that you think I don't accept you but I do. I may not understand or completely agree but the acceptance and support is there. So why do I feel like the bad guy?