I am the type of person to believe that people come and go from your life for a reason. Relationships, friendships, acquaintances all have their purpose. Everything that happens was meant to teach you a lesson that you needed to learn. This article is meant for two people that meant quite a bit to me but no longer have a place in my life. These girls won't be mentioned by name, but if they read this then they'll know who they are.

First, I hope you're doing well. It's been a long time since we've spoken. You were there for me back in the day when my life seemed to come crashing down in an impressive display. I love who you are, I love how far you've come and how much you have accomplished in your life. I'm proud. We were like family once upon a time and then suddenly we weren't.

And it hurt.

A lot.

I have to admit that sometimes I hate that you left. Later, we learned that our separation was a consequence of miscommunication (as it usually is). But when we sat down for lunch that one time we got back in touch, we were different people from different walks of life. It was weird because I knew who you had been. Not who you were.

I miss you sometimes, but I know no matter where you go or what you do, you'll accomplish your dreams and that's all I could ever want for you. You changed me to become who I am now. I cherish my friendships a lot more and I try my best never to take people for granted because one day you could wake up and they could be gone.

Second, you were one of the only girl friends I had around. You meant a lot to me and I knew I could tell you anything, complain about anything and still somehow, it meant nothing. You hurt me, and I'll never forget that. We haven't spoken in maybe three weeks now and honestly, I don't feel that different than how I did before I met you. There was a lot wrong with the situation we found ourselves in, but it was so screwed. You can talk about me and do whatever you want in life. Have fun, but leave me out of it.

I have nothing more to say to you.

Obviously two very different stories. One messed with me in the sense that I never forgot how precious people can be. The other reminded me that sometimes people don't need a reason to stab you in the back.

Lessons very well learned.