We have had some great times. There have been a lot of things that I appreciate you for. You used to always be here. Keeping my head held up high and doing everything you could to cheer me up when I’m having one of those days. You just knew what to tell me and what advice to give me. This all seems good and all and you are probably wondering about why I’m writing this. Because you used to be that way. Not anymore. I know you are busy. We are all busy. But I was always there for you. It didn’t matter what I had going on and what I needed to do. I always wanted to be there for you first. You could at least try harder for me. I have not gone anywhere and I know you know how to contact me. It isn’t hard to get a hold of me. So where are you now, when I need you the most? Huh? What happened to always being at my side, even if you were are a million miles away. Sometimes, I believe you are here with me, in spirit anyway. Most days though, you are like a long forgotten memory. Something I think happened but never really did. It all feels like a lie. I wish I didn’t feel this way about it, but I have to admit it to myself. You are not someone I can personally depend on. You have changed so much too. Most of our conversations are about what could have been for you. We don’t have the same connection we used to and I hate that. I still want to help you and always be here for you, but how can I when I know it is going to be a one way street with you? It is not very fair to me. So, I wish this was easier and I hate being angry at you about it, even if you can’t help it, but I have to be. I feel so alone and have no one to open up to. You were the person I felt most comfortable telling things to. Now where are you? Just because you are busy, doesn’t mean I’m still not here. Contact every once in a while is not a bad thing. Small updates once in a while. Just anything. But for now, I have to move on. I can’t sit here and wait around for someone who is as unreliable as you. I will be there if you need me, but I’m not waiting around for, and jumping at every chance to say a word to you. I’m done.
You’ve had wings all along.