Dear old friend,

It was nice to spend time with you while we had it. Laughing our asses off while listening to 90's nostalgia music on the way to the club on Friday nights. Getting into heated discussions over the upcoming presidential debate. Despite our vastly opposing views, we still managed to make it work. Remember when you told me about your new girlfriend for the first time? How excited you were to call her yours? Yeah, me too.

Taco date nights with apple cider whiskey was a high point. We sat and laughed about everything. You slowly became one of my best friends and I opened up to you. For me, that's not something I'm normally comfortable with. But you already knew that.

Sitting on campus for hours doing homework seemed like minutes and no homework would ever get done. I opened up to you and was at home. Slowly but surely, you were my "go to" friend. You were the first to know when I passed my Spanish exam & got my internship. You were the first person I told that I had feelings for my best friend. I trusted your judgement.

You convinced me to have a party and swore you'd come decorate the house with me. You were so excited to hang out and have a good time. But you never showed up. You never texted me to let me know you weren't going to come. You just disappeared.

I texted you and asked if you wanted to get dinner later that week. There was no response. I waited and waited to hear from my friend and slowly, you vanished.

I know you're okay, because I see your posts show up on my wall from time to time. I know that you're doing well and that you're happy with your new girlfriend. I'm stuck here to believe that you got busy with your new girl and forgot all about me.

I wish you all the best,

Your old friend.