Dear you,
Little things remind me of our friendship. English accents, laundry baskets, concussions, newspapers. Looking back at all the years, I miss our friendship. I miss you. I miss gossiping about boys, dancing to nsync, painting our nails, swimming, getting into trouble, and just having fun. It's hard to let go of all those great memories, but it's just as hard to let go of the bad ones. I felt burdensome, abandoned, annoying, forgotten, ditched, and most of all, replaced. Each year it was a new best friend or a new guy. Each year they let you down. And each year I was there to pick you back up when things crashed down. But you weren't the friend to me that I was to you. We've slipped apart, slowly, and steadily. I've thought about our friendship, or at least, the little that may be left of it, a lot this past year. It's hard to watch you go on with your life, as I go on with mine and pretend like none of it ever happened. I have a hard time with confrontation and I have a hard time telling people how I really feel, so I've bottled it up over the years and shoved it to the back of my mind. I'm sorry for this unspoken hatred and constant tension. I'm not sure I'm ready to be your friend again. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready. I'm hurt. But I'm also sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry and I'd really like to talk this out.
-- me
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