To the ones I've lost touch with:
I'm sorry. Our friendship was a bond that we both assumed would last for a lifetime. We would have nights where we stayed up until 2 a.m., laughing over something goofy we both said. We would plan out what our future lives would consist of and joke about the ridiculous jobs we could obtain. We met each other's families and had practically been joined at the hip since we had first met. I've wanted to reach out so many times, but have been afraid you would not respond or think I was being petty for talking to you after such a long time. From time to time, I see what you are up to through social media. I am proud of the person you have become and hope one day we can talk again.
To the ones I've cut out of my life:
I hope you understand that I did this for the better. The way in which you acted towards me or someone else we were close with, the way in which you began to act, and the ways in which you changed totally as a person started to concern me. There were times when I tried to reach out and reel you back to reality, but it always ended up back at square one. Of course I will cherish the moments we spent together, but they will forever be etched with the thought of who you later became. I hope the best for you and that one day you will find your way back.
To the ones who've cut me out:
I would really like to know what made you stop talking to me. Was it something I joked about? An incident that seemed small to me, but big to you? Just tell me what it was. Every time I reached out, you seemed okay and content with our friendship. That one day, though, I said hello and you walked right past me, stone cold. Those late night drives we took, those inside jokes made over the span of a lifetime, all gone after one incident. You dropped me and made new friends, which is totally fine. I have learned from this situation and have became a stronger person, and for that, I thank you.
To the ones I know will be around forever
You are family. You are not just some old friend I rekindled with in high school. You're not a friend from church or a college roommate. You are not my neighbor. You all are family. I had met each of you at different parts of my life. We have been by each other's sides through arguments, losses, major milestones, concerts that became a bit too wild, and slight incidences with the law (nothing serious, parents, we just put on a fashion show in a department store). Some of us moved hours away from home, and yet we still have connected with one another. We have gone days, even weeks, without talking, yet we always jump right back in to where we left off. Some of us have lived with each other, seeing each other at our worst, anxiety attacks and all. I am forever grateful for each of you. Every night, I lay in bed and think: Zooweemama! I have the best friends in the entire world. I cannot wait to see where life takes us all. Thank you for being there and accepting me, even at my worst. I love you. Don't forget that.
