The Things We Left Unspoken

III

Dear Her,

I wish you would have let us help

In the middle of 6th grade, I moved across town, though I didn't go to what would be my new middle school until 7th grade. When I walked into the classroom, everyone glared at me as if I were a threat. I found my seat and looked around the room to be met with a single friendly gaze. A gaze of someone who would in the end break hearts and lose respect from. I may be the only one left with the tiniest ounce of respect for you left. You introduced me to the one I hold dearest, and to the one who would be my soulmate for 6 1/2 months. You dated my crush, and trampled my heart, then breaking hers by cheating and allowing me to get my heart stepped on even more by the hateful words you two spoke. Even after you two broke up, it seemed like you guys never truly let go. After her, you dated my future soulmate and brought them to the school dance with an idea. To try and force a kiss upon their lips when it wasn't wanted, nor consented. You were the one to later give me their kik and allowed me to help fix your mistakes. After that it was on and off with you. First you have sex with a guy who was dared and paid to do it, and then you come running to me with your legs wide open. It has now gotten to the point where I don't know if I want you around anymore... I'm not sure what to say anymore. We were friends from first sight but something happened... Maybe it was maturity, or maybe it was impulse, drugs, and a lust for something to please you. You get horrible grades, and when we all offered To help, you turned us down and gave us nothing but attitude.

To this day we may still talk, but knowing what you've done, I have a lot of words that have been unspoken. Though sometimes I still see the gleam of excitement in your eyes, the same excitement you had when you first met me.

Thanks for being my first friend in a place where I didn't feel welcomed