To My Ex-Best Friends,

We never really ended things. Instead, we just gradually drifted apart, and maybe that is why I have all these pent up feelings. When I think about you, I want to scream at you and hug you all the same. However, it is time for me to move on as you have long ago done so.

I deleted all the messages with you, because I know they will never be used again. I returned your birthday present, because you will get plenty from your new friends. I stopped asking everyone who still talks to you what you are up to, because your life is your own now. I also stopped talking smack about you, because it was wrong of me to do so in the first place.

Even so, I am not going to completely cut you out of my life. I still keep the photos of us, some even framed in my apartment. I still talk about all the adventures we went on to the new friends I make. I still have your letters, drawings, and handmade gifts in my box of memories under my bed. I will not let go of these things, because the time I spent with you is some of the best memories I have.

I will not stop supporting you either. I never stopped watching your Snapchats or liking your Instagram posts. It may annoy you to see my name, if you even noticed it at all, and I am sorry for that. In fact, I am sorry for all the times I annoyed or disappointed you. I just want you to know that I am proud of all that you are doing.

We have grown so much together and will continue to do so apart. You are not the same person I was once so close with and neither am I. You changed part of me which I will always be grateful for. I am afraid to say that all of what made you leave is not gone, but you made me aware of it. I can never be the friend you wanted me to be, but that is okay.

Letting go is not an easy task for me. For Pete's sake, I cannot even let go of clothes I have not worn since I was fifteen. I think you understand that even if I was something easy for you to let go. As a bit of closure, just let me say a few things.

Thank you for all the car ride jams, walks with no destinations, and spontaneous trips. Thank you for letting me cry on your shoulder and vent my frustrations. Thank you for all the lunch time laughter. Thank you for being by my side all these years.

With Love,

An Old Friend