Hey-
Do you remember how we met? Remember when I was your best friend? When we would have movie nights and watch the same damn movie every time? Remember the days we spent doing absolutely nothing and still had a ball? when you actually talked to me? When we almost crashed your go cart? Our jacuzzi therapy sessions? Remember when you actually told me stuff? Do you even care?
Do you remember the time I helped de-TP your house because I didn’t want you to do it alone? How about the times you only called or texted because you needed help? I was ALWAYS there for you!
Do you remember when we started drifting? Remember when I started to become less and less important to you? Can you recall the day that you found someone better?
I became your booty call. When you couldn’t find someone else to hang out with…there I was. You would tell me, “I really need to talk to you.” And silly me. Thinking that you were hurting and that you needed me, I came running. But no.
You weren’t hurting. You were bored.
You sign my birthday cards “you can’t get rid of me that easily.” IM NOT TRYING TO GET RID OF YOU. I FUCKING MISS YOU STUPID. you’re trying to get rid of me.
I miss you.
My mom told me over and over that you’d be the one to leave. I didn’t want to believe it but guess what? She’s right. You say that we’re different people and our lives don’t overlap as much anymore. But why? Why can’t they? I want to see you but you don’t have time. I just want you to be my friend again….
But right now all I know is that I’m sobbing in my bedroom, trying to hold onto the memories that are beginning to fade like an old photo.