My Dear "Friend,"

You always told me I was head-strong and immature. You should be pleased to know I refer to you as my "former friend" and not my "ex-friend." I suppose there has been some growth!

Although, I will never not pretend to forget your name when I see you at Dunkin Donuts. I still think about you.

Two years have passed, and I'm no longer angry. I don't want an apology from you. In fact, I don't want anything from you. I'm writing this to tell you what I want for you.

For you, I want to see you live up to your fullest potential. I want to see you graduate with honors, smile in your graduation pictures as though you have never felt insecure before. I hope you apply for your dream job, go to that interview with nothing but self-confidence and an extensive resume.

Aside from your academic success, I want for you to feel a sense of belonging. I hope you find the people that make you happy. I want you to marry a man in the military like you have always dreamed, have that extravagant wedding, and surround yourself with blessings and good omen.

Here comes the part that you may not like, but you have always commended me for keeping it "real". I want for you to grow a back-bone, and I mean this in the kindest of ways. I hope you find your peace of mind, and that piece of your mind that was missing when you decided to be such a follower.

I want for you to be so comfortable in your own skin that you don't have to rely on your best friend's approval. I hope that one day you will have the strength to type your own text messages, but more importantly, be able to say them aloud.

Although we may never speak again and you will never read this, I wish you the best in everything you do. Just know that I'll think of you whenever I say the words, "May I speak to a manager?" or write a ridiculous yelp review.