Packing my room, I found a card written to me. A birthday card made for me. Your words really made me twinge with guilt. I don't deserve your friendship.
I become friends with you because I wanted to get close to someone else. You were the target I chose because I saw you as being very close to her.
I have used you, for that I cannot digest the words you write in that birthday card.
I'm so sorry.
I have been hiding this from you. I want to come clean now. I have held this secret in me.
Sorry my friend.