You were the Lucy to my Ethel, the Serena to my Blair, the Meredith to my Cristina, my best friend. We talked every single day for hours on end, from the moment we woke up until the time we went to bed. We shared every detail with each other, and planned out our lives for when we graduated college. We were supposed to get an apartment in New York City, be the maid of honor at each other's weddings, and raise our children together, giving them the "cool aunt" they would've never had since we are both only children. You were someone very special to me. I couldn't even imagine the thought of losing you, but I see now that you didn't feel the same way. Instead of growing together as we had talked about, we grew apart. Our friendship is over, but that doesn't mean that I've forgotten about you. You were a huge part of my life, and the three years I spent with you were extremely wonderful. Those memories don't just go away. I still refer to your advice in times of trouble, and I think about you often. I would love to know how you're doing, and I hope the answer to that question is well. As much as I wish that you were still in my life, I realize that we were both better off without each other.
Our friendship seemed too good to be true, and it was. We were so much alike, down to the fine details such as the amount of letters in our first and middle names, our birthdays being exactly two weeks apart, we even shared similar past experiences. It was very unusual, but it was comforting knowing that someone understood me so well. We told each other everything, and it was so nice to know that we each had someone in our lives that would never judge us. Someone that would keep our secrets safe. I trusted you with my whole life, and I never thought you would hurt me the way you did.
Our friendship hit it's peak, and from there, everything changed. You turned into a different person; the person you said you would never become. I don't believe that you had bad intentions, but you never tried to change what you were doing. You never apologized to the people that you hurt, or even gave them an explanation. You cut us off cold, still trying to figure out what we did, and how to make it up to you. I should've realized what was going on from the beginning, but I didn't want to believe that I was losing you. The warning signs were flashing in my face for so long, but I hate giving up on people, and you knew that. I refused to walk out on our friendship because I thought it would get better, that it would go back to normal. I spent hours thinking about what I did wrong. It really plagued me to be on bad terms with you. But friendship is a two way street. If people don't make an effort to keep in touch with you, then you have to let them go.
It's almost been a year since we've spoken last, but I hope everything is good in your life. It's your senior year of college, and I know you're on your way to bigger and better things. I truly hope you found someone new to call your best friend; someone who can relate to you and grow with you in ways that I couldn't. Thank you for showing me the good side of a great friendship, as well as what happens when really amazing friendships fail. You allowed me to see that you can give someone all of your being, and they'll still find a way to let you go. Although we aren't friends anymore, you really taught me a lot, and because of that I'm stronger. I know what to look for in a friend, and I know now to not settle for just anybody. All people come into your life for a purpose, and you served yours. Sometimes the people you love the most are only meant to stay in your life for a short while, and you just have to appreciate the time that you had with them.
Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I wish you the best.
"Sometimes, people come into your life for a moment, a day, or a lifetime. It matters not the time they spent with you, but how they impacted your life in that time."
