We have known each other since we were 13 or some stupidly young age like that and were best friends for most of that time. We made plans for our future that always included each other. We were gonna buy houses on the same street, our kids would have been best friends… I was gonna spill all of your embarrassing stories in my maid of honour speech at your wedding. It was all so perfect.
But life doesn’t like perfect. Life likes change, growth, and at times it likes chaos.
We both grew up and away from each other. I wish I could say it ended well. That I still wish you happy birthday, that we occasionally get together for a coffee once in a blue moon but we don’t. And we are both too stubborn to be the first ones to speak to the other.
I miss you daily and I am glad that life is going well for you. Your family looks healthy and happy, your career is on an upward trajectory, and you’ve got a new best friend. Even though we aren’t friends anymore I still love you as the person who got me through my early 20s and i hope that you think of me in the same light.