A story about a Girl

I would love to tell you all a story. This story is about a girl who has been trying too hard to hold onto someone that is constantly running away. She came to the realization that no matter what she said, this person would never listen to her. [They] would keep telling them self that [they] were not good enough and that no matter what she told them, she was wrong. Even though she wanted so badly for things to be OK between the two of them. Badly enough to stretch herself thin, and walk a wire. She knew her limits, and wouldn't break herself over it, but she also knew herself well, very well. This girl knew herself enough to understand that she couldn't back out on a friendship. Friendship was too important to her to have it ended, especially this friendship.
What once was a shadow of love had turned into scared feelings, and unprocessed emotions. The bliss and ignorance she once enjoyed became worry and helplessness. The right thing, the right choice between two people so enveloped in each other seemed to destroy all traces of happiness. No one could make it better, and trying only made it worse. Yet still, she persisited. She stood her ground and kept her chin up. Until one evening when their paths crossed, she stood speechless and at awe, while [they] did what seemed so much the same. Two paralyzed people parted in love, and lost in emotion, did not dare speak the words they would otherwise ( when not face to face) have given without a second thought.
So the distance began to grow, and the incident became something she could never take back. She could never replay that moment and become strong enough to speak a soft and friendly "Hello". This girl, this confused and sorry girl, could never relive the moment that had passed, and she could never rekindle a friendship that had been so sadly lost. With much hesitation she began to consider her friends wishes. [Their] wish for her to move on, and forget about [them] and realize it would be for the best. For her benefit, [they] always watched out for her, in times of need, and when she was so confused. She never would listen to [them] when they said for her to run away while she could.
Now she sits, contemplating the future, the pain, and the confusion of her decision. Wondering if letting go would really be the smartest idea, or if letting go would be her biggest loss. A loss so great she could never really recover. She always told herself that there were two kinds of people in this world, the ones she LOVED and the ones she did not know. Would she really pretend to not know [them] to grant their wish. Or would she continue to LOVE without a rest, and HOPE for a new herizon or flame to spark. Neither, she would do neither. A story with an open ending. She would stop trying, she would not begin again. This, she would have to handle, hard as it may be. Against popular belief, she would not erase [them] from her life, her past life, her memories, and her stories. She, being the person she has always been, would put her love in an air tight bottle, in a safe and sink it to the bottom of the ocean, knowing its coordinates, and what it held inside, but never thinking of it again. She would finally grant [their] wish, and answer [their] prayer, to have her out of their life, for as long as [they] would seem fit.

So here she goes, on her own, searching for what she lost, or never had to begin with.