Dear Best Friend,
You were a good person. We’ve been friends since middle school. We got along from the start. I was quiet, but you were loud and proud of it. I enjoyed your company and I looked up to the radiance that you flashed to others. We gossiped and laughed at people. Not my proudest moments, but they were fun with you. We would talk every day and every night. My mom had to yell at me to get off the phone several times, because I was laughing too hard. You and I and all of our other friends would gather up and go to the mall on weekends, strutting the area, thinking we were hip teenagers. I was jealous about your popularity. I was jealous that you were so extroverted. I was jealous about how easy it was for you to get along with people and make new friends.
We went to the same high school. Even though high school was bigger, we didn’t drift apart. We still talked everyday, despite the fact we were in different groups. You were such a good person back then. You were kind and forgiving. You knew how to talk to people, without sounding condescending. You were good.
Senior year was when you changed. You became self-absorbed and conceited. You downloaded an app that became your only source for boy-attention and food. I have never seen a person change so much in one year. We didn’t talk like we used to. The only things on your mind were the boys you had conquered and the amount of food they had bought you. It was a tiring cycle and I had hoped that this was only a phase. You had become a person who I once admired to someone that did not have my approval. This continued on for the rest of the year, each passing minute getting worse and worse, up until graduation. We fought later that year and I had feelings of suspicion that you were a toxic person to be around.
That was when I realized, you were not a good person.
I knew deep down inside that you still had a kind heart, but because of the self-confidence that you wanted so badly, you did not appear kind at all. All you ever wanted was attention, but not too much, just whenever you needed it. Sure, you put up a very pleasant mask around strangers, but really, you are not a good person. Summer flew by and then came college. You were still talking about a different boy every other week and I had gotten used to all your rambling. For a person that did not do relationships, you got a boyfriend later that year. I thought this was the moment that you would change and put all the things you did behind you, into the past. Alas, I was wrong. I feel bad for the boy in your life. You said you put him first and that you like him, but based on your actions, they said otherwise. I wish I could help you, but every time I try to say something of my opinion, you think I am arguing with you and you put me down with your words. I wish you could come back, best friend. I really do.
Love,
Your Friend