I am sorry. I am sorry that I was not as good as a friend as I could have been. I am sorry I let little things bother me when they should not have. I am sorry we are not really friends anymore.

We were inseparable; we would spend four to five days together and not get tired of each other. From late-night food runs, horror movie marathons, and helping each other with school projects, I loved every minute with you. You were my Hannah Montana to my Lola. Those were the best days, the days when we had nothing to worry about.

Then you got a boyfriend.

I do not mean this in a passive-aggressive way. I was happy for you; he treated you well. There is a different side to you that he brought out that nobody else has been able to. I understand everyone wants to feel this way, everyone deserves to feel this way.

However, as soon as he did come around, your priorities changed and I was replaced. I just wish you understood there was room for both of us.

It got to the point where I knew I should not call you because you would be on the phone with him anyway. I knew I would have to find other plans every night of the weekend because you were leaving to go see him. I was scared to reach out to you because I knew I would be declined. Then you got mad at me because I never attempted to see you. I was hurting.

But I am sorry. I should have said something sooner. After all, we were best friends; we told each other everything. Maybe if I said something you would see what I saw and been able to fix it. So I am sorry that you did not have anyone to help you through the breakup, I did not think you wanted me around.

Actually, we were not just best friends. We were sisters, a family. And I miss you.