I remember when we both used to be outcasts, but we stuck together. For over four years, we were the cliche two peas in a pod. We ate lunch together every week, and we took the occasional walk across the Manhattan Bridge together with a polaroid camera in hand. Your name would be the first on my most recent messages, the highest streak on Snapchat, and the first to wish me Happy Birthday on Facebook. We lived for our highs and fought through our lows. We were in separable during our high school years until we became separable.
I was beyond happy that you received an acceptance to Binghamton and was thrilled to see what the next four years would bring you. I don't know what changed. Maybe it was time or perhaps it could have been the distance between us. You had your group of friends and I had mine. Academics became my priority and somethings else became yours. We both changed in different ways.
I remember waking up at 3am to my phone going wild with the videos you sent me of you drunk screaming. I never looked at them again. I remember the paragraph that you wrote dedicated to me on your social media account. I never followed back again. I remember passing by you on the same street that we used to walk down together to go to our favorite restaurant. I never looked you in the eye again.
I don't blame you. I don't blame the either of us. I'm glad that we were once friends, and I'm glad those four years of friendship were good ones, but things change, and people change. We drifted, and I think it was for the best.