The person you once you called one of your best friends? The person you called at 2 a.m. crying because they were the only person who would listen? The person who brought you back home at two in the morning because you were too intoxicated to stand or speak? The person who had your back when no one else did? You forgot about them. You left them behind. You left me behind. You made that choice, and I’m not sorry that you did because you decided that they didn’t mean anything to you anymore. You decided you didn’t need me in your life and that’s OK. That was your choice.

See, when you forget about people, they eventually forget about you, too. At first, it hurts, but I got over it. At some point, it stopped hurting and sucking. It stopped, and I realized that I didn’t need anyone who doesn’t want me. I’m not saying we can’t be friendly and wave when we see each other, but please don’t think that means I forgave you. Because I promise you, I didn’t. It just means I got tired of caring. I got tired of being a second choice or a backup plan. I got tired of waiting so I moved on. I left you behind like you did to me.

We used to be best friends. I used to tell you everything. Now you’re awkward around me, and it doesn’t faze me. You chose other people over me, and that’s perfectly fine. That was your choice, and I’m going to respect that to every extent. You led me to other people, and I’m so thankful for that. They’re my new friends, the people who don’t make me a second choice.

Please don’t ask if you can rant about your new friends to me because I will tell you no. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about how they’re being mean to you or ignoring you. That’s not my problem, and sorry, but frankly I don’t care. I used to care, and I used to want to help you. I didn’t mind listening to your rants, but that’s when you made time for me. That’s when you still cared about me.

I hope your friends prove me wrong. I hope they are nothing but kind to you. I hope that you all still talk even when you all part ways. I really do hope the best for you because I don’t want you to be unhappy. I do still care about you, but I don’t care about them. That’s why I don’t want to hear about them. I’m sorry if they hurt you, but they were your choice. You dug yourself that grave and that’s not my problem.

All in all, this is a thank you. You may not see it that way, but it’s true. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for listening to me rant and cry when I needed to. Thank you for having those 2 a.m. talks with me when I needed them the most. Really, thank you so much. It meant a lot. But also thank you for closing this chapter sooner rather than later. Thank you for saving me from even more pain. You have no idea how much that means to me.