A girl, we'll call her Jill, told me last night her heart doesn't long for me.

Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.

In her defense, she really did wish me a happy holiday before dropping the bomb. That was nice of her.

I've liked Jill for some time. I do hope she's reading this because she knows who she is, and I mean every word I say here.

Jill's a really nice, kind and gentle girl, very pretty and a better listener than often times I deserve. She's been a great support through a good amount of drama that's transpired over the past few months or so.

Seems that's gone now. It's my understanding that she never wants to talk to me again.

What did I do? I know that's what you're asking yourself as you're reading this. I'm not sure. I don't know if I'll ever know if it was anything I did. I just know she doesn't like me anymore. It's possible she never liked me.

Honestly, I've kind of been in her shoes. I know how hard it is to fess up something like that. I sensed something like this a long while ago. It's a fun little talent, really.

Why didn't I say anything? Because I figured she was just busy with school, you know? Preoccupied. How was I supoosed to know what was going on? If I asked her, it'd just show a lack of confidence in us, right? 

Don't even get me started on confidence issues. I really don't want to talk about that today.

What's done is done, but it doesn't make it hurt less, you know? Jill, you know who you are, and if you're reading this, my lines are always open.

Whatever.

-Adam