Most girls get super attached to their best friend and look to them like sisters. They develop such a strong connection with their best friends and look to them for support and strength. Well, sometimes it's really hard to judge whether or not someone really cares about you. You go through hard times and when those people aren't there for you that you thought would be there, you're devastated. Long story short, you broke my heart. More than any guy ever could.
We bonded over things that we had in common. We would spend hours just talking and goofing around about the silliest things. We had plans of being there for each others weddings and going on crazy vacations together. You were there for me through every fight with my boyfriend or every fight with my parents, but where were you when I was suicidal? Where were you when I was desperate for support and help? Where were you when I was at such a low point in life that I just needed people to tell me they loved me and that they were there for me? Where have you been since I've been healing and working on myself? Where were you when I was finally getting answers to some of my problems? Oh yea, you didn't care. Instead of you reaching out and helping me through my hard times, you dropped me like it meant nothing to you. Like I never meant anything to you, and obviously that killed me.
I loved you. You were someone I would've put my life on the line for, and I thought you would you would do the same. I was there when you needed me, or at least I tried to be. People make mistakes, and nobody is perfect. I made mistakes, sure. But the real kicker is, you never gave me a chance to make them right. You never sat down and talked to me about it. So how was I supposed to know where I messed up? Maybe I'm just the kind of person who solves problems the mature way by confronting them, and you weren't. But it seems like you weren't a mature person at all. Since you just walked way from all problems involving me. Which I guess that's how you viewed me all along, a problem.
The thing that hurts the most about losing you is that you just up and left. You just chose to cut off all communication with me and I didn't get a true answer. You left and now you won't even look at me. You avoid even looking at me, like I did something wrong. But I know the real reason why you won't look at me is because you know what you did was absolutely unforgivable. You know you hurt me beyond repair, and you feel guilty about it. And this next thing I say may sound a little egotistical, but you should. You should feel guilty because you knew I needed you, and you didn't care. In the end, you only cared about yourself and no one else. Or at least, you didn't care about me.
So why should I care about you? You broke me down and beat me up more than anyone else ever could. But I do care. Because I do miss our friendship. I miss the good and positive things about it. But I have realized throughout all of this that I shouldn't care about you if you never truly cared about me. The most beautiful thing that came out of losing you, is the fact that I know appreciate my true friends even more.
