Dear Best Friend Who Broke My Heart,

It’s been ten years since we first met, and today I’m writing to you in hopes you realize it isn’t my fault that we grew so distant.

I tried. I constantly took time out of each day to make an effort. Anytime you had a rough day, week, or night, I would drop everything for you. This was all because I wanted you to be happy. Of course, this drained all my energy from me, yet I continued to do everything to help you out.

It was always me. Whether it be initiating conversations or making plans, it was always me putting in the effort. It was always me helping you out, never the other way around. Sure, there were times you would listen to my complaining, but you never seemed as interested in my life and stories as I was in yours. Maybe I’m wrong, however, your efforts were lacking.

It was hard. It isn’t every day you lose your best friend of many years. I wanted to keep in contact, I did, but it was just too much.

My heart hurts. Ever since we last talked, all I can think about is why we aren’t still talking. I keep wanting to text you, to contact you in hopes you miss me too. However, you haven’t tried to talk to me, and I refuse to be the only one to make an effort. It broke my heart losing you, yet somehow I keep going.

It isn’t my fault. I always take the blame for things like this, but for some reason, I am able to realize the lost friendship was not my fault. I may have stopped talking to you, but it was in hopes you would pick up the hint that I did not want to be in a one-sided friendship. Sadly, you did not, and here we are today.

I still care. No matter what, I still care about you. I can never forget all the good times we had. I will always be here, even though you may not be for me.