I have spent years wondering what happened or what I did to make you not want to talk to me anymore. We were the friends that stayed up all night talking until our phones died. We use to have sleepovers every weekend. You became my friend because I would always give you my Nutella sandwich during lunch at school.

I really do not remember what happened. Did we have some type of falling out? Is there a reason you are so mad at me?

We were the best of friends for 3 years. We had inside jokes, code names for cute boys, and we had each other's backs. You were my shoulder to cry on and I was yours.

Once you moved away you promised we would still talk and be friends.

You memorized my phone number and your parents showed me your new house. I told them I didn't like the new house. It was "too small". In reality, it was a nice house. I just thought that maybe if I said I did not like it you would not have to leave. After I saw the house, it was a quiet drive back.

I know your parents wanted me to be happy for you, but how can you expect a child to be happy about something that hurt?

I remember one day this new girl came to school and we became good friends. Turns out, she actually knew you and apparently you would talk about me all the time at her old school. Don't worry, she already told me everything so you don't have to. I really had no idea that you didn't like me.

In the past 7 years since you moved I have only talked to you a handful of times. In the past 7 years, you have blocked me on every social media imaginable. I do not know why. Somedays you will randomly send me a message and we will talk all day and then the following day your account would disappear.

In fact, last month I messaged you on Instagram to see if we could talk. The next day your account no longer existed.

Yes, I get it that people change and move on but why make promises you can't keep? Why go through all the trouble of blocking me on social media or deleting your account?

We are both adults now and I wish you would act like it.