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*He'll never read this, but I want to get it out of my head...*

"I miss you... I thought never in a million years would I get the chance to see you in person.
Then I saw you at the concert. You were there, standing 'bout 25-30 ft. from me. I don't know if you recognized me, but I recognized you the moment I saw you. That moment tore my heart to pieces...
I wanted to walk up to you and start our friendship over, but I was afraid to. I stared at you through-out the whole concert, your presence forever a knock on my mind's door...
Too afraid to approach you as an old friend or a stranger. I think back on that day and I regret my in-action, I'm sorry. I terribly wanted you back in my life. To hear your poems again and give you my feedback on them... Your poems were never the same after the day you turned me away...  Oh, what I'd do to repeat that day over again! I still cry floods of tears cause of you.
And every once in a while I send out a prayer for you....  I hope you're well and that you prosper in what ever you want to do. Some of my friends call you a jerk, when I explain what happened that last day of our friendship, but I can't call you that, cause I don't blame you for what you did and said.
I mentally kick myself over and over for that day.  But now I don't think of it as you killing a part of me. No, it's now more like you opened a door that I was reluctant to touch, and now it's open, thanks to you.  I doubt I ever would've opened it without your help and without it I wouldn't have made so many new friends.....
So, you didn't destroy a piece of me, but you made me bloom."

Description
*He'll never read this, but I want to get it out of my head...*

"I miss you... I thought never in a million years would I get the chance to see you in person.
Then I saw you at the concert. You were there, standing 'bout 25-30 ft. from me. I don't know if you recognized me, but I recognized you the moment I saw you. That moment tore my heart to pieces...
I wanted to walk up to you and start our friendship over, but I was afraid to. I stared at you through-out the whole concert, your presence forever a knock on my mind's door...
Too afraid to approach you as an old friend or a stranger. I think back on that day and I regret my in-action, I'm sorry. I terribly wanted you back in my life. To hear your poems again and give you my feedback on them... Your poems were never the same after the day you turned me away...  Oh, what I'd do to repeat that day over again! I still cry floods of tears cause of you.
And every once in a while I send out a prayer for you....  I hope you're well and that you prosper in what ever you want to do. Some of my friends call you a jerk, when I explain what happened that last day of our friendship, but I can't call you that, cause I don't blame you for what you did and said.
I mentally kick myself over and over for that day.  But now I don't think of it as you killing a part of me. No, it's now more like you opened a door that I was reluctant to touch, and now it's open, thanks to you.  I doubt I ever would've opened it without your help and without it I wouldn't have made so many new friends.....
So, you didn't destroy a piece of me, but you made me bloom."