Monday, July 3, 2017

Spring/Summer 1993

July 3rd, 2017

Just because we don't talk anymore,

Doesn't mean that I've forgotten about you, It doesn't mean that I no longer care.  Truth is, I still do.  I do my best to check up on you, to see how you're doing.  To see if you're okay, but every time I get the urge to talk to you, it suddenly hits me that, we're strangers, you might not want me in your life, hence the reason why I'm no longer part of you.  But, even though everything's change; I just want you to know that I'm still here.  I'll still be here for you, I'll still lend you my shoulders and my ears, I don't care what time it is, what I'm doing.  Don't hesitate to talk to me, because half the time, I wish you were talking to me.  I just really miss your presence, I miss you being my best friend.

-Poem taken from Pinterest, changed some words. No author.
I used to be so good with words towards you.  Talking to you was just like writing down on my favorite diary. Now? What can I say? Should I start with an apology? Will one be even enough? Will it make a difference? And if it does... Will it be ever be the same?

I wont lie, losing my best friend has been one of the hardest things.  Wondering if you ever look back and miss our little moments, wondering if it was hard for you too.  After that day, a couple months passed and I convinced myself that it was okay... "It was meant to be that way".  A few more went by and I wasn't sure anymore.  Was I wrong to walk away or are you better this way?

I apologize for making this a public letter, but I lost my favorite diary and didn't know where else to write this.

Happy Birthday my dear friend.

With love,


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