Letters to No One

Letter Five

Sixth grade.
We had every class together and it was hell for me. I don't even understand what I did to make you hate me but you did. I cried so many times because of you and your stupid little gang of friends.
That band saved your life? Yeah, that band saved mine.
You still haven't learned any respect for me or any respect for people's favorite music. You're the reason I can't tell people what genre of music I listen to. I'm scared of their reaction. I don't want them to act like you did.
And then I stupidly forgave you and we became friends.
Seventh grade.
We were kinda spaced thin, we didn't talk much at the first of the year but then we grew closer. Nothing bad really happened that I can remember.
Eighth grade.
I started getting hints that you didn't like me, no matter how hard you tried to reassure me. My thoughts were right when summer break came around. We made plans to talk all night and laugh about it the next day. We- no, I- tried so many times to keep you around but you never responded to my text.
I'm not even going to worry myself over you. You're gone. You're not here.
You're not a part of my life anymore.