I’ll never forget how big of a crush my best friend had on you. She always said she could never like someone like you, until she started falling for your little charms. You were the sweetest, most romantic guy she’d ever known.
But you ruined that.
We don’t know what happened to you while you were in Africa, or why you finally snapped, or why you ever thought using me to purposely hurt her would ever accomplish anything. But the two of us still love each other, and we’re stronger than ever. You tried to hurt us and then you ran away to California.
And now you’re back. And you expect us to want to come see you, and talk to you, and make everything better. You want things to be the way they were before-for us to all be friends again. But that can never happen. It will never happen.
She says she never wants to speak to you again. Ever. And honestly neither did I. But its been a few months and for the most part I’ve gotten over how you tried to manipulate me-tried to manipulate us. We both moved away for school and she’s having the time of her life. We both have new friends, hobbies, and new dreams. I’m in a happier place in my life. I’m more confident. I’m even dating a nice Jewish boy from the south.
Thank god I refused to kiss you that day. How insecure did you really think I was?
I just thought you should know you hurt her, and things will never go back to the way they used to be. But for us that’s a good thing! I’m Happy. She’s happy. We’re both stronger now than ever before. And your manipulation had the exact opposite effect you wanted.
Enjoy trying to win your other friends back too.