Will I ever be enough

Last May I met someone. We went on one date but there was no romantic spark, instead we formed an amazing friendship for six months.

We became best friends, saw each other nearly every weekend and had some incredible times and laughs together. We did walks on Primrose Hill, got drunk in Soho and watched Modern Love together. You organised dinners and we spoke every single day.

When I got my dream job, you sent me flowers and I knew then, our relationship was changing.

But at the same time, you always seemed so unsure about whether you wanted to be with me, or whether you just liked the idea of wanting to be with me. You never invited me round to your flat and you hated affection...looking back now it was all on your terms.

Regardless, you made the move to take our friendship to the next level. Without even giving it a chance, after two dates, you changed your mind. Rather than have a conversation with me, you told me with a short and flippant text. I wasn't a random girl you met online, I deserved so much more respect than that. Did our friendship really mean that little to you? Did you ever even care about me at all?

I was fully myself around you, the good and the bad, and it hurts so badly that, that wasn't enough for you. Now I have my guard up with every guy. I let my walls down and I get hurt every time.

Since we stopped talking, you've followed me twice on Instagram...and then removed your requests. I'm trying to move on and that's not helping. It's not fair.

But despite how angry and upset I still am, I miss you. I miss you, our friendship and how close we were. I miss talking to you every day. I truly counted you as one of my best friends.

I turn 27 in July...and I've never been in love...will I ever be enough for someone? Will someone ever love me? I don't know.