Hey there,
I know you’re probably thinking I’ve lost my mind in wanting to reach out to you. You probably haven’t even read this far into the letter, probably shredded or crumbled or even burned this letter by now. But in the case that you didn’t, this letter is to say, I’m sorry— it’s quite alright to hate me now. I don’t want to rehash the past or dwell on it. I know I fucked up with you. In more than one way. Hence why you don’t talk to me, even blocked me from being able to contact you. I betrayed you, aired out the truth to people you didn’t want to hear it. Or not sure what your actual perception is on what I did, but that’s my guess at least. I just want to address it. And speak my peace a little.
I don’t think you understood my perception of what transpired between us, our friendship or whatever you may have considered it, and that left me real fucked up. I loved you too much, too long, and too late. That’s my bad. You moved on before I even had chance to realize. I took that too hard. I couldn’t see past the pain. But still, I told my perception of the truth. To someone you didn’t want to know. And I told them, knowing how you felt about that. I’m sorry for that. I’m not looking for you to forgive me, I just want to say it to you.
I miss our friendship, more than you’d even believe. I’ve hit mile stones and done things I wish I could call you and tell you about. That’s my loss. No matter how hard I try to erase you from my brain and my heart, there’s still that missing piece that you once held. I know that sounds weird. I wish I could have felt differently, and that we could have made it through to continue our friendship. You were one of the best friends I’ve ever known, I know I’ll never know it again, I’m sorry about that. If you ever change your mind though, I’m always a phone call away.
Best wishes,
An old friend
