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I Wonder If You Think About Me...

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I Wonder If You Think About Me...

Dear friend that stopped caring:

I remember the days when we used to hang out. I remember the days when we used to call each other, make plans, know what we'd be doing, where we'd be going, and know that whatever it turned out to be, it'd be fun.

Then you stopped caring.

I think back to all of the times when I'd come by your house, I'd hang out, we'd talk about everything and anything, we'd laugh about things we'd seen, we'd joke about stupidity that we'd heard about, we'd talk about people who were doing dumb things, we'd share things with each other that we wouldn't tell anyone else, and we could trust each other day after day after day.

Then you stopped caring.

I still remember how long ago our friendship started. Before cell phones. Before social media. Before texting. Before anything else. Remember those instant messengers? Most of our younger friends wouldn't. AOL Instant Messenger? Yahoo Messenger? I remember using all of those. I remember talking all hours of the night. I remember using them on the computer. I remember finding messages from you later on after I'd gone to bed. I remember those hour long talks when everyone in the house was sleeping.

Then you stopped caring.

Do you remember when we met? I do. Do you remember when we started talking? I do. Do you remember when cell phones came out and we could talk whenever wanted, even though there were minutes, limits, and phone plans? I do. And what about texting? Remember when we knew we'd have to pay for text messages? I do. And how about when things changed even more, and we could talk for as long as we wanted, text as much as we'd wanted, and never have to worry about paying that huge bill. I do.

Then you stopped caring.

I still remember the days when I'd hang out at your house, I'd talk to you on the phone, we'd text back and forth, we'd talk online, we started posting on social media, we'd private message, and we'd trust each other like no other friend that we'd ever trusted.

Then you stopped caring.

I'm not sure what day of the week it was. I'm not sure how long ago it was. I just know that we haven't talked in quite some time. I can't even remember the last time I texted you. I can't remember the last time I called you. I can't remember the last time I sent you an email. I can't remember the last time I even bothered reaching out. And do you know why? Because I'd done that for years. I'd always initiated the conversations. You stopped responding. You stopped returning calls back. you stopped bothering to make an attempt. I kept trying. I kept asking myself what I'd done wrong. I kept trying. And for the longest time, I knew you'd been trying as long as I had. Lives were different .Schedules happened. Things came up.

Then you stopped caring.

Did you know that there are days when I miss you? I think about calling you. I think about texting you. I think about sending you a message on social media. But I can't. Because you stopped caring.

And so did I.

I deleted your phone number. I deleted you off social media. I deleted your email address. I don't even know your home address. Sure, i could find it I suppose. But is it really worth it? You stopped trying. You stopped making an effort. You stopped doing anything to make me think our friendship mattered. I remember back to the days when you made the same effort. You'd call. You'd text. You'd email me. And then guess what?

Then you stopped caring.

Did you know that I miss you? Did you know I wish we were still friends? Did you know I trusted you more than anyone I'd trusted in years? Did you know you were one of four people I thought I would be friends with until I was old and close dead? Did you know I figured one day we'd be hanging out, sitting in our rocking chairs, laughing about all of the crazy things we'd experienced, people we'd seen, places we'd gone, and experiences we'd had? I did. I thought about that for a long time. I thought you'd always be my friend. I thought you'd always be there.

Then you stopped caring.

I hope you're doing well. I hope that everyone you are around, and everything you experience is amazing. I hope that no matter where you are, no matter what you do, and no matter where you live, you do well. I hope you find happiness. I hope you find what you want in life. And I hope one day you will think about me.

Sincerely,

Me

The Friend That Didn't Stop Caring.

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