The Things We Left Unspoken

IV

Dear Him,

You left us in the time we needed you most.

When I first met you, it was the week before winter break in the 7th grade. You had transferred from Nevada all the way to Wisconsin with your father who would treat you like a piece of trash instead of a son. On the first day you were at our little school, Ms. Hammer had asked the class if someone would like to show you around. All the popular kids raised their hands and at lunch, you sat with them. That's when we thought you were like them. But the next day, the "leader" of our friend group pulled you in and showed you that the popular kids would have just thrown you away too. We burned your so called "contract" and officially accepted you by putting mayonnaise on your face, rubbing a banana on your cheek, and putting the ham from a hot ham and cheese sandwich on your head. After that, we were best friends. Near the spring of that year, we dated, though it only lasted a week. After that, I went to Illinois for a month or so and came back with a girlfriend who would turn out to be a boyfriend as our relationship and friendship developed. That was the point when we went around saying we turned each other gay, which cracked a lot of people up. You started dating a boy too, who also felt more of the other gender. You were the one that taught me how to sword fight, after watching multiple episodes of SAO, and the one who showed me what a meme was. You were then one who showed me a lot of things in life. We would never fight, except for that one time when your girl/boyfriend started talking shit about our "leader". You were drunk and took screen shots of the messages we sent, and sent them to her, the one I liked, our "leader". I was immediately furious at you for tearing the bond I had with her, and for betraying your friendship. I forgave you after she forgave me, and the fact that you were drunk off your ass. At the end of eight grade, you have us the worst news possible. That you were moving away back to Nevada. At the beginning of our freshman year you finally left, and tore us all apart. What was once our friend group, turned into clumps off decided people.

I hope your doing okay, and I hope you come back soon. Never stop being who you are, no matter what comes in life.