You and Billy were friends. Only friends

At least that's what you kept telling yourself over and over. You trusted Billy and he trusted you too. There was little you two kept hidden from each other- like the reason why you kept pushing him away when he tried to make romantic gestures or jokes around you. There was never a doubt in your mind that he liked you, but love was different for you...

One night, you and Billy had gone out for a drink together and you had one too many this time. When he noticed, Billy respectfully helped bring you back home. You had nearly passed out on the way there, and when he laid you in your bed, you almost immediately fell into a deep sleep. Billy smiled at seeing you sleeping and gently kissed your forehead. As he stood up to leave, a box that was tucked under your bed had caught his attention. Why did she have a box under her bed? What's inside? Could it be more answers about her? Billy kept thinking to himself as he knelt down and pulled the box out.

Billy's eyebrows furrow as he opens the box and finds a few dozen hand-written letters. Maybe he was invading your privacy, especially while you were drunk, but he was just so curious. He carefully unfolded a letter and read its contents. This wasn't your handwriting. No, it was someone else writing to you. When he read the letter, he understood it was from a past lover. Billy felt a pang of jealousy, but even more curiosity and then one letter led to another, then another, and before he knew it, he had gotten through the whole box of letters- save one. The last letter tore Billy's heart in two when he found out the truth about your first love. A few years ago, you had fallen madly in love with a young man who had lived close to you at the time before he had been drafted to serve the U.S. in the war. During his time away, you two sent each other these letters and your relationship was fine. But that's only what you thought. In the last letter, he finally confessed that he met someone else and was disinterested in you.