Dear old friend,
You're not much of an old friend, but I feel like it has been so long without you. I do miss you, and I do hope you are doing well. I just want you to know I'm not mad. This is me forgiving you for leaving me when I thought I needed you the most. When everything else in my life was so uncertain, I had you to come back to. I had you to tell what's pissing me off that day; to listen to my endless rants about my family. You knew everything and you took everything with you.
It's so weird how we lost connection. One day you were everything, and we were basically attached at the hip and the next, complete silence. I lost you along the way, and I'm grateful for that. Not because I regret our friendship, but because it helped me realize how precious friendship is. Somewhere along the way, you felt like I wasn't a forever friend. Somewhere along the way you thought about a life without me.
When you needed me I was always there. When I had things you didn't, I was always open to letting you use them. Whenever and whatever it was, I was there. And for that, I'm thankful. It showed me I was a dependable person and never stingy with what I could give if I had it. I know my heart was good, and I was meant to aid you.
I like to think of it as you using me as a stepping stone. You needed me for a portion of your life to get you where you are going. I do appreciate the times we spent and the laughs we shared. Somehow, I can't be angry because I'm more at peace now than ever that we went our separate ways. I won't be bitter and wish you ill because you helped me grow, but I do hope you are more honest with your future friends. I'm sorry we went our separate ways, but I now know it's for the better.
Love, Broona.
