Hey, old friend,
It’s been a while since late-night diner runs and concerts were the only things that our friendship knew. Now it’s all unread messages and empty apologies. Do you miss it? The nights when we felt invincible and the only thing that mattered was what adventure we would go on next? I haven’t cried over what happened between us or been over taken by nostalgia in a while, but I’m still unsure as to why our friendship had to end so abruptly.
When I moved away to college, I thought of how excited I was for my new adventure. My new adventure that I was going to share with you. Little did I know that a couple of short months later, we would basically be strangers. Did those late night bonfires and talks about our futures mean nothing to you? Were the beach trips and sleepovers only important to me? These were only some of the questions that were racing through my head when I realized that our friendship was over.
I’m sorry I put myself first rather than our friendship, although I know both of us are at fault for this. I’m sorry you felt so detached from me that you didn’t think that you could talk to me the way that we used to. I now understand that you just needed time away from our friendship in order to find yourself.
The good part about this situation is that I’m not mad anymore. I no longer stay up at night wondering if maybe I’ll wake up in the morning to a text saying that you’re sorry and you miss me. I no longer blame myself for the entire ending of our friendship, because I now know that it was not all my fault. It wasn’t either of our faults. The truth is, we both grew up. We don’t enjoy the same things that we used to. We are both mentally and physically in different places. Maybe this was something that we’ve been avoiding for a while, but the awkward tension between us just became too much to ignore so it only made sense that our friendship was over.
The truth is, we could’ve worked this out. We could have talked to each other and figured out what was wrong and we could have fixed it. Maybe years from now, we’ll look back at this and say “man, I lost my best friend and that sucks” and your name will pop up on my phone screen again. We’ll laugh at how young and selfish we were back then. Or, maybe we’ll continue to act as if we never knew each other at all. Either way, I don’t regret our friendship for a second. The times we spent together are memories that I will cherish forever and back then, nothing made me happier than sharing those moments with you.
I hope you are successful in all that you are doing recently. I hope that you’re proud of the person that you’ve become, because I can promise that I’m proud of you. We may have grown apart, but at least we’re growing up, right?
Yours Truly,
The girl you grew apart from in the midst of growing up
