I’ve finally accepted the fact that I’m into what used to be my closest friend. We’ve been growing distant due to random life factors and their new relationship. It’s hard dwelling on what used to be, the connection that once was. Constantly wondering why I wasn’t enough to keep the connection around but logically knowing we’re not a good fit. It’s hard being just a more distant friend, I miss the late night conversations, the secret flirting. I hate that I can’t tell either of my best friends out of fear of ruining the relationship they have or the friendship I want to keep. Having no one to talk to about it keeps it eating away at me inside.