Ripped this from the ENFJs who ripped this off of someone else ^^
Basically a place to vent the way you feel towards someone when a geographical/emotional barrier is holding you back (in my case both).
Dear INFP (I think...),
That was a really shitty thing you did. I mean it, really shitty. Do I hold you responsible? No, that would be horrifically unfair on my part. You had your reasons to move away, just as I would have had mine; I wouldn't have known what would have happened if we were in eachothers shoes, I can't really expect you to either.
But still, it was kind of a shitty thing to do.
I suppose the thing you don't understand is that I haven't had a close friend in, wait let me count, 4 years. Yeah, that long. And you know what? The last time I opened up to someone it went catastrophically wrong, even worse than being stabbed in the back; at least when someone betrays your trust you can easily brush them off with indifference. Not this. I pushed people off at my old school, I continued to push them off when I moved away, it seemed to me like wherever I went I would keep pushing people off. I was cursed to live the rest of my life as a loner.
Then my life changed. My attitude changed. You came along. I slowly began to open up, to believe in myself after what felt like of an eternity of self-doubt; no you weren't the cause, you were a symptom, one of the little things which held me together.
The position I was put in during the second semester, it was one only the most unlucky sod in the world could ever be put in. I sure know how to pick them. But you couldn't have known, I knew my pleas of "no really, I actually am a VERY shy person" fell on deaf ears throughout the first week. You had too much faith in me to cope, that was your main flaw.
Having too much faith in me is a flaw most people I meet seem to have.
Maybe the weak excuse I heard second hand on the first day back will turn out to be true, maybe you are coming back. Or maybe you banked on the fact that by the time you were supposed to return it wouldn't matter. Well it does.
I now know why I acted why I did, I know what I need to do to fix this. I can only hope that I have enough faith in myself to carry it off, enough strength to accept that even if the worst happens it isn't my fault. I can only pray that it isn't too late.
Being honest, the words I write make us sound way closer than we actually were. These words, however, do not speak to the friendship we had, rather they speak to the friendship we could have had; the water in the desert which shimmers into nothing the second it falls within your grasp, the mirage.
Sincerly, an ISTP
Well that was very pretentious of me, even if I do say so myself. Moving on.