Letters to a Stranger [discontinued]

Letter 18: Deceiving

December 31, 2013

Dear Stranger,

Three hours ago, I was rummaging through my bookshelf and I stumbled upon my copy of The Little Prince.

I had forgotten the novella until that moment. I flicked through the pages remembering the story of the Aviator when he crashed into the Sahara Dessert where he met the young boy with golden locks who made a deal with a snake.

My favourite part is where the little prince 'tamed' the fox. Their friendship reminded me of my friendship with a girl I now loathe.

We were just children when we became friends but at first, we were just little girls among millions of other little girls in the world. But slowly, we became the best of friends. We thought nothing could separate us.

Keyword: thought.

It was more complicated actually; no one tore us apart. It was just time that made us weary of each other; even before the big fight I could already feel the underlying tension in the air. We couldn't avoid it even if we tried.

The details why we even fought in the first place is just a fragment of my memory (and I'm not entirely sure if it's true) and I think it started with something she said. But it could've started with something I said.

I don't really know anymore.

But when we fought, it was the worse thing ever.

We had a group of friends and they stayed by my side while we abandoned her to be alone. Even outside that group of friends, I took away her other best friend and made her my best friend.

So am I the bad guy here? Maybe.

But she lied to me. To all of our friends. She wasn't who she was and it hurt us. I don't think she was even out friend in the first place.

I think of that forgotten friendship. She was nice after all when we still spoke to each other. She consoled me as told me I was a good person and lifted me up on good days. But I hated the feeling that she was lying to me about her persona and I thought she was just faking it (our friendship). I break things too easily.

I don't even know where this is going. My life is slowly rearranging but there are things I can't forget. Like her.

She was a ray of happiness in my life. Maybe toxic but that isn't the point. She made me feel happy.

She made me feel like I was important because I also made her happy. Because we were friends who thought that maybe we could be friends forever because we were compatible to each other.

But I changed. She changed. I left so she left and we never looked back.

But I'm looking back now and I feel like there was so much hope for our future.

But she deceived me and deceiving is such an easy game to play after all.

yours truly,
stranger

written by: Lucie Erebus

a/n: I found this chapter hard to write because this is slightly personal and my feelings are conflicted about this.