We met six years ago. You were sitting alone in our Speech class. I was going to sit with Bertha but I chose you instead. You looked lonely and I wanted to comfort you. We talked and became fast friends.
Two years ago, I envisioned you being another shared bridesmaid at me and my girlfriends (your best friends’) wedding.
A few months ago I swore I would never speak to you again because you betrayed me with my girlfriend. She and I are still together, but true to my word, we haven’t spoken.
I’m still hurt. I still don’t understand. I still expect you to someday apologize for your thoughtless selfishness. I’m still bitter.
And yet I hope that someday you and I will be friends again, like that day in Speech, when I sat down next to a sweet-looking, quiet, random Salvy girl.
I miss you.