March 3, 2018
Dear Friend,
People suck. You've told me countless times not to let others push me around, but I wish I could listen. I hate that I don't do anything to stop it.
There is a reason for my weak willpower, however.
I need to save my mental strength for when it matters most.
Too bad I can't use all of those locked up feelings to tell you how I wish you would stay, or how I feel like you've already left me in our distant conversations.
My mind screeches for me to scream, say, whisper, something, anything of how helpless I feel. But I can't seem to form the words.
Instead of saying it, I'll write it:
I really don't want you to go.
I know there's nothing to be done.
But you're my rock.
I don't want our friendship to grow distant.
Please think of me when you leave.
It may be too late to say this, but you've helped me so much in the time I've known you. Thank you for that.
Your friend,
Me
YOU ARE READING
Dear Friend
Short StoryWhen friends are leaving, what are you supposed to do with yourself? . . . Started March 3, 2018. Ended June 8, 2018.