Dear... Who are you, again?
What happened to us? And by “us,” I mean you. We were the best of friends. We did everything together, and could almost never be separated. I don’t think we went a single day without hanging out (even if just for a few minutes) since I knew you. We stuck together when everybody else was against us. Then, all of a sudden, we separated almost for good. It’s almost as if we’re complete strangers now. I don’t know anything about you, and you don’t know anything about me, which I’m okay with. You see, after all, that has happened, I realized that you don’t deserve to be my best friend.
I did everything I could to keep our friendship going; but you made new friends and forgot about me. I’d ask you to hang out and get a response like “I’m with my new friends,” or “I’ll meet you later.” Of course, I would never be met later. I tried meeting and hanging out with your new friends, but it didn’t take more than 10 minutes before you ditched me and left me alone to fend for myself in a crowd full of people. I thought this was a phase, and that you’d eventually balance out between your boyfriend, new friends, and old friends. In a sense, I was wrong; but I was right at the same time. You did balance everything out. All it took was eliminating me and your other old friends from the picture, and your life seemed to be balanced. We always said we’d be friends forever, but like a middle school relationship, it didn’t last.
Our encounters now are very brief, and I’m okay with that. We say “hey what’s up,” and that’s about it. We don’t talk about school, boys, sports, life, or anything else that used to fill up our conversations. Instead, our conversations are maybe 10-15 seconds long. Is that really even a conversation though? And I can’t even remember the last time we hung out. We used to go to lunch, go shopping, go to the gym, and do so many other things together that I just couldn’t believe when it all stopped.
I think you tried to mend our friendship at one point; but by then it was too late. I had given up months prior to you asking me if we could talk. Even though it was entirely too late, I still told you that we could talk. I can’t say that I’m surprised that this “talk” never happened, though. We sat in the same room in silence for half an hour a couple of days after you asked me that, and nothing was brought up. That was when I knew that there was absolutely no going back. You were my best friend, so you know that once I give up on someone, they’re done for good in my book.
I’m sorry that it ended the way it did- our friendship- but just know that I do not regret meeting you or being friends with you. It taught me a lot about friendships, and life in general.
Sincerely,
Someone you probably don’t remember
