I can honestly say, these last few months of not talking to you have been rough. I think about you so much and constantly wonder how you are doing. I think about why we do not talk anymore, I often wonder how your family is doing and I think about what it would be like if we still talked.
We were friends from the sixth grade; which lasted almost 8 years. You have seen me at my worst, and my best. Though we may have not always agreed or got along, you were the first person I would ever text if I needed to talk or just get out of the house. You would stay over on school nights and talk with me about anything and everything. You would always accept the fact, if we had school the next day; we probably were going to be late.
We went on a mission trip together, which I think is where our friendship grew. We went to my cabin after graduation, which was so much fun. Remember when, you were called because we had to go outside to the outhouse and there was a bear? Good times.
I do not know what happened that summer after the cabin trip, but we kind of fell apart. Then we went to college and we started talking like we used too – all day, every day. I knew all along that you and I both wanted to be more than friends, but I didn’t know how to tell you – even though you kind of told me how you felt. It was towards the beginning of sophomore year of college, and I finally sent you a text about how I felt. From then on, I was so happy and we started our relationship.
Going to two different colleges was hard, but we worked through it. We had issues with others that we had to deal with, but we always got through it. For those nine months that we were together, you showed me how a guy should treat a girl; we went on dates, you sat with me during my IV treatments, and we visited Starbucks regularly.
Things got really hard for us and we decided to take a break. We said that if we were meant to be, we would get back together. Since that last FaceTime call, you haven’t talked to me. Why? It has been almost 11 months; I just don’t understand. I seriously did everything in my power for this not to happen. I miss my best friend. I miss talking to you every day, and calling or texting you when I needed advice or just someone to talk to.
I will tell you, these last 11 months have not been easy. I tell everyone I am okay with not talking you, but really I think about you often and wonder how you are doing. I have tried to reach out and message you, but get nothing back. It is now time for me to move on and not worry about it. It honestly sucks that we are throwing years of friendship away, but it seems like you want that. When you are ready to talk things over, please let me know. I cannot dwell on the past anymore; it is time for me to move on.
