Day 7 - Ex-Best Friend

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by The_Pics

Day 7 – Ex Best Friend

Dear Ex Best Friend,

I miss you, I hate you.

I miss our friendship, the amazing bond we had, all the incredible things we did together, how much I trusted you, the laughs we shared, how you were always there for me.

I hate you. I hate you for being such a horrible person to me, for ruining the friendship I had with the new girl, for ignoring me all those times, for sending me horrible messages, for lying so much, for tricking me just so I would reply to your message. I hate you for ruining the rest of the year.

We have so memoires that we shared. And I treasure each of them. Most of our times together are still so clear in my mind.

I remember meeting you. Your buddy was in our group, so you sat with us. We became close pretty fast. All through the rest of the year we became a lot closer. I was so happy. After leaving my best friend from my old school, I had had more than enough trouble at this school with horrible girls, and horrible buddies. I was so excited to have finally found someone.

I remember… when we were getting our classes for high school… you came running up to me screaming, “YOU’RE IN MY CLASS! WE’RE GOING TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS!” I was so happy! I was ecstatic… I just can’t explain what it was like.

High school started. We were still as close as we had been before. We moved away from the group we were sitting with. The two of us say together. I was so happy to have you as my best friend.

Then she came along. (Let’s call her Megan) She had troubles with her group. She needed someone to sit with, and you thought that we were nice. I told her she could sit with us.

Overtime, the three of us became closer. Or so I thought. One day Megan wasn’t at school. You turned to me and asked, “Do you like Megan?” I told you that I did, and that she was a good friend. I was never ready for the answer you gave me.

“I don’t like her at all.”

That’s when it started. Three is a terrible number for friends. There is always going to be one left out. You acted as though you liked Megan, cause you fooled me pretty well.

The three of us moved back to the original group that you and I had sat with.

Then it started.

You started to ignore me when I was talking to Megan you always claimed the middle seat, you started to ignore me when I was walking with her, you would send babyish emails to your Mum complaining about how we were being mean. And may I add that most of the stuff you said was a lie. It was horrible. I tried to talk to you but you refused.

Over the period of the rest of the year, you ignored me, lied to me… pretending to be Megan so that I would reply… and sent me horrible messages.

I would go home most afternoons crying. It was horrible.

Last day of school. I had not confronted you about the problem.

I’m weak… that’s why. I can’t even go up to my best friend and ask her about why she’s doing what she’s doing. I literally felt like I was going to throw up each time I tried. I was a coward.

I gave you a hug and said bye to you on the last day of school.

You sent me emails during the school holidays, I replied to a few of them.

The next year, first day of school. You wouldn’t look at me, and you didn’t sit with me.

I feel like a total bitch for not talking to you and just letting this problem continue. Instead of leaving you hanging and finding it out the difficult way, I just didn’t say anything.

I still feel back to this day and it’s almost been a year. I still feel incredibly bad for not confronting you about the situation.

I miss you so incredibly much it hurts.

I see you around school sometimes and I smile at you. I suppose I try a genuine smile… but it’s hard.

Nothing will ever fix the mess we’ve made, ever. And sooner or later, I’m going to have to realise that.

This letter is more of a ramble. I’m sorry

Lots of love Becky xx