I Remember

I remember when it was just us.

We'd laugh and talk for hours about guys and books and feelings. We would stay up late trying to make future decisions. We wanted to move out when we were 18 and share an apartment. It makes me sound like a creep, talking about you this way, because we're best friends, Or rather, we WERE best friends. but I felt you needed to know.

You saw a boy, you're idea of perfect, and I just want to know if you still need me or not. I want to know if there's any way I can help you because all I'm good at these days is listening to people and waiting for things that will never happen. I know you care about him but just give me a minute. Let me rage. You've been dating him for almost 10 months. You think you love him. I know someone who also thought she loved a boy, for a year. She discovered his dark side, which truly had no place for her. She was broken over it for months. So are you the same? Have you lied to yourself, screaming this is who it is? Your future husband! Or does doubt creep into your mind. Not strong, just a whisper. A whisper that warns you something's not right. You carry his belongings around, you do his work, you don't live together but you call him and wake him up so he can get where he needs to be, you make him gifts at random times to express your affection, and what does he do?

He gives you nothing in return. Not a thank you, or a hug or a kiss. He continues to make you his slave. Ripping you up from the ground and dragging you away. You tell him no, he doesn't listen.

I don't want to sound cruel dear friend but it is the truth. You must leave him before you get hurt. I know now that in every situation you'd choose him over me. And while that's not okay there's nothing I can do. So I suppose I'll have to make it "okay"

So if you want to say goodbye, don't hold back. I can take it. I won't cry. I will drift away from your life like a ghost. But the question I want to have answered, before I go-

When I'm gone, will you remember me?