This is my apology to you
I know you’ll never read it and perhaps that’s the best because often times I just make excuses and that doesn’t really count as an apology.
I’m sorry for the way I acted today. I fear hurting people that I love. Weirdly enough, though we haven’t been friends for long, I love you. Not “in-love”, but the best kind of love where you want nothing but the best for the person. Already, I consider you a close friend. And now I’ve screwed that up. For that, I am very sorry. My friends were very angry with me today after I told them we spent time together. They accused me of leading you on and implying that I was a bitch. The last thing I ever want to be is a bitch. I think you’re one of the funniest, smartest, most interesting people I’ve ever met. And I really like hanging out with you. But it must be bad of me because they all were very angry with me. And so then I sent you that text message and maybe now I’m even more of a bitch for sending that and now it’s awkward and everyone here is still freaking out and it feels like high school all over again. And that’s really a bummer. So I guess there’s an explanation as to why I did what I did. And maybe it’s bad of me to wish I didn’t because now things are weird and I don’t like it one bit. But that’s why I won’t send this to you. Because you deserve friends who aren’t bitches. So consider this my sincerest apology. I know it’s not very good but I pinky promise (the ultimate pinky promise of course) that I mean it very much. I hope you don’t hate me and that you maybe choose to be my friend still.
Your younger, less cool friend