In my teens, I had a good and normal online friend for a few months. This was a time where all I had was a computer (not a movable laptop). My phone didn't have internet. I got a boyfriend and I practically moved in with him. The days passed and while I did write him again, he was understandably hurt and his answer short. I wrote him again, but he never answered.

What I mean to say is that real life can get in the way. I still think of him sometimes, espacially about the beautiful poetry he wrote, and I am very sorry I didn't take the time to write him at the beginning of my realitionship. I do think I would act differently now, for as we get older, we get hurt, and that makes it easier to understand the pain you can inflict on others.

I am very sorry this happened to you.