This is a letter that was written awhile ago by me confessing my feelings toward the loss of a friendship. It was written generally to appeal to anyone in my situation. It was published in my high school newspaper, The Chat:
Admit it, last year was a blast. We knew everything about each other. We were there for each other; we called each other for every little thing, even if it was to mention that we were bored. You understood me, and why I did the things that I did. You knew me for who I was and who I wanted to be.
This year started off a little differently, however. We no longer have our favorite laid-back class together. We don’t even see each other all day. We are both a little busier than we intended, and our schedules and priorities don’t mesh with one another. At this point in the year, I don’t know what’s going on with you. We don’t call anymore, we don’t hang anymore, we don’t anything anymore.
I’ve got to say that I tried to stay in touch with you. But, you’re different this year. I’m no longer the one that you care about. You have other friends now, and you’ve made a new atmosphere for yourself. I’ve tried to reconnect with you, but you seem distant and insensitive. I’m not going to chase you, or make us best friends again. That’s not how it works.
I need you to understand that some things that I do, I have to do for my future: school, work, clubs; it’s the best course for me to take so that I can succeed. I don’t deserve being friends with someone who doesn’t want me to grow, and who keeps me grounded.
I know it sounds a little kindergarden-ish when we said that we would always stay really close in high school. I hate to think that we were so naïve to think that way, but it’s true; friendships don’t always last. So, I’ll see you in the halls every now and then and smile. I’ll look at those old pictures that we took of each other and remember how fun our friendship was. But I’ll move on and I’ll be fine.
I mean, maybe we’ll be friends again, who knows? But, for now, for this year, I wish you luck. I don’t regret anything, and I won’t look back. Have fun this year. And remember no matter under what conditions we are in, you can always talk to me.
Love always,
Me
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