Not sure why I’ve decided to write about you, it’s been months since we last talked. Close to a year I believe. I think about you every day. I hope you’re well, and yes you are missed. I’m not sure how I feel about that. You’ve been a huge part of my life, both a pleasure and a pain. You were such a good friend to me throughout the many years of knowing you. I’ve known you for most of my life. I still consider you a friend but I’m not sure if the feeling is mutual. I fucking love you. Most days I wish I didn’t. But those other days, I think of how unfair I was toward the end. I stopped living my life while you flourished. But now that we haven’t talked, I begin to grow. I’m happy about that. Is my growth and our communication a toxic two? Damn. You were my best friend and the highlight of high school before you moved. We needed time apart and I couldn’t be more unsure of how I feel if I tried. However, whatever you’re up to I’m sure you’re doing your best. You always do. I forgive you for the pain I’ve felt in my heart during our transgressions in the past couple years, I hope you can forgive me for mine. You’re too great a part of who I am to leave on a bad note. I hope to hear from you one day,although,I’m not too hopeful. Until then I will continue to grow into who I’m meant to be and you will do the same.
Your friend, now and always.