- You have seen some shit. After nine years, you have witnessed so many ups and downs. When I lost my virginity, I called you. When you lost yours, you called me. When they ended up being assholes, we were there for each other. I can’t count how many times we called each other crying and always ended up feeling better.
- You were always available for last minute plans. If I needed Starbucks at 11:30 at night, I would call you. Froyo right this instant? Let’s do it! Some of our most fun times were last minute plans.
- We could talk for hours. When we got together, there was always something. We would lose track of time and end up sitting in the car until it was pitch black outside and just talk about life and the future and whatever else came to mind.
- The memories we have created. We have shared many laughs, tears, smiles and adventures. We had ups and downs and were there for it all. The pictures we have can’t express the feelings we had in the moment and I am so grateful that we had those wonderful, memorable moments.
And the one reason that I won’t:
- That isn’t the friendship we have anymore. I read somewhere that if you’re not losing friends, you’re not growing up. That explains our situation perfectly. We are growing up, and growing apart, growing at different rates and in different ways. Over the past year, our presence in each other’s lives has become ghostly, we barely know what’s going on with each other. If it wasn’t for Facebook, we might have drifted apart a lot sooner. I don’t have any ill feelings towards you. I genuinely hope all the best for you. I just don’t have any room in my life for you right now, and you don’t seem to have much for me either. That’s okay. Some friendships just die, and that’s a sad part of life. I can no longer provide the type of friendship that you need, and I’m sorry. But, at least we still have the memories.