We were pretty tight when we were younger. And when I say 'younger', I don't mean very long ago. Then we started to drift apart, saw each other less, wanted different (and secretly the same) things. I was inspired to grow closer to God and I'm not sure where you went, but we weren't on the same path, that's for sure. I am not saying I'm 'holier' than you or any of that nonsense, just that we simply wanted different things. And I blame myself at times because we were so close and, I wouldn't say you relied on me, but I was your somewhat 'counsellor' when you went through that tough phase. And I didn't hate being there for you, in fact I wish I held on to you longer. I mean, I see where you are now and maybe you are happy, I don't know. I admit, I did push you away for my own selfishness, but don't say you didn't because I almost never saw you after that.
We went through and did some pretty stupid things, but they were memories nevertheless and they've made me who I am today. But the thing that probably hurt the most though, was when after I-don't-know-how-many years, I tried rekindling that fire that was our friendship which you responded to quite happily for a brief moment, you just ignored me. I'm a fool for thinking we could ever be proper friends again. But who knows what may happen in the future. I'm sorry for bothering you, I sincerely hope you have a fantastic life.
Much love,
me.
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