Everyone gets hurt in their lives and sometimes, it takes a little longer to recover. Eventually, you realize that you're better off without a person even if you never thought that possible.
High School. We were best friends. We didn't go a day without talking to each other. We knew almost everything about each other. Everyone associated us as always just being together. You were the person I depended on for support in bad times and in good times. For that, I'm thankful I had you then. But now, I'm glad I don't have you.
College. Everything changes when you go to college. Everything. Friendships are bound to disappear simply from being too busy and too caught up in our lives at our schools. But the night before you left for school, we were sat on your couch talking about how that wouldn't happen to us because we're too good of friends. Well, either we were naive or we were just hopeful. Much like others, our friendship didn't last. Something went wrong.
I guess losing a friend because of something trivial is stupid and easily prevented but if you wanted to be my friend still, we would've been. But you hurt me. You stopped caring. You stopped asking about life and my dad so I tried to stop caring. You stopped being my friend and I don't think I ever did. I tried to convince myself I didn't miss my best friend. But I did. Sometimes I even still do. That doesn't mean I want you back in my life, I simply miss the times where you were in my life.
Maybe that's cold to say. Maybe I'm being harsh but if that's what it takes to stop myself from getting hurt more, then I will be harsh. I spent a lot of time upset over you and angry at you. Now, I just don't care.
I think you're graduating college soon but I'm not sure. I don't ask about you, I only hear about you in passing. I assume you're going to start your own life somewhere and at one point we had even talked about what our families would be like and how are kids would be friends. But now, you're living your life in what feels like another world from mine. Which, right now, doesn't even sting. Not even a little. It's how life has been for the last two years.
I'd like to thank you, though. You were a good friend, no, a great friend, while we were friends. I was lucky to have you. Now, I'm lucky you've left my life. You've reminded me what kind of people I want in my life and in the know of my life even. It's not you. You're not who you were. We're part of each other's past and that's how it'll always be.
I hope you're doing okay and I hope everything you've dreamed of comes true. Maybe one day, if the time is right, we'll see each other and say things to each other we haven't for years.
