This is a story about two friends. One who thought they would be friends forever, and the another who cast her friend aside. I unfortunately, was the one who was cast aside, and this is my side of the story.
I thought you were going to be my friend forever, but after you cast me aside, it felt like I never meant anything to you. You never even told me we were not friends anymore, you did it indirectly from another. I never got to hear it from you, and I was never able to tell you how I felt. Even when I tried to reach out to talk about why you did this and my feelings about it, you didn’t put in the effort to try and talk to me. I guess I should blame part of this on myself because I should have saw this coming. You always treated me like I meant nothing, and I spent many nights crying over how badly treated I felt.
Throughout our friendship, I stood by you through your troubles. Constantly checking in and see if you were okay. When you were hurt by others friends, I was there. When you were having boy problems, I was there. When you needed to vent, make spontaneous ice cream sandwich runs, or needed a pick me up, I was there. I think the thing that gets me the most is that it seemed like you chose your boyfriend. He never treated you right, and you know that. You deserved someone who would treat you like the beautiful ray of sunshine you are. I don’t even know if you are together anymore, but if you are, I hope that he treats you better now than when I knew you.
I told you everything, and I thought you would do the same. I thought that I knew you, but apparently, I never did. You were on of the first persons I told about my relationship and family issues and other drama at school. You sat there and made it seem like you actually cared, but as time would show, you didn’t. I thought that I had someone to count on, but you only left me broken. So, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that I hope everything is going well and that I hope you find happiness. I know that this sounds petty and mean, but you chose the life you have, and I have no role in it. I am reminded constantly of our friendship, and all it does is make me sad. You're in most of my photos, and all I want to do is cry when I think of the good times. You left me broken, and now I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
