Dear Ex-Best Friend,
I know we aren't really considered friends anymore. We follow each other on Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter but we never actually talk. We might comment on each others posts every once in a while but it's just us being nice. It's been a while since we actually talked. You know, how we used to. How we used to lay on the floor in your bedroom blast some Jonas Brothers or Miley Cyrus, and cry over stupid boys (no really why did I let you cry over him?). Somedays I think about you and how you are. Some of the most random things will remind me of our friendship. Whether you show up on my TimeHop or some random show we used to watch at 3 A.M. comes on.
You were my best friend. I know things change and we definitely changed. There were days where I didn't even know how to talk to you because I could feel us drifting apart. I'm hoping you felt it too. We had our friends we made at college. It was so strange to me that people I met in just a few weeks became closer to me than you and I ever were. But maybe that just showed that I didn't need to be stuck in a friendship with someone who seemed to not care.
You began to bully me over the stupidest things. You didn't care that I was off to college, making great friends and memories that'll last. You weren't happy for me at all. Even though we were going through the same transition. You were off to college too, making great friends and memories that'll last. But for some reason you always got mad when I was hanging out with my college friends. You could've been happy for me as I was for you.
Maybe our drifting apart was going to happen all along. As much as we wanted to be each others bridesmaid, and how you were suppose to be my Brooke Davis. Maybe a life long friendship for us just wasn't in the cards. It's sad that we spent so much time together and now if someone asks me what you're up to my only answer is "uh." No matter how many stupid fights we had, or that I don't know what you're doing today. I'll always care. I'll always miss the good times we had.
Maybe one day we'll meet up somewhere and talk about that stupid boy you cried over, or about the parties we went to. We'll laugh and smile about the good times in our friendship. We might only keep up to date on each other via social media now. But maybe it's for the best.
You'll always be my Brooke Davis.
Love,
Your Ex-Bff
