Dear lost friend,
Looks like the letters you send me get lost on the way as I never get them. It's been long since I last heard from you. I guess you lost my contact or I guess you don't want to contact me. I'm fine with whatever it is and I'm kind of hope this is my last letter to you because I want to lose your contact too.
Life is just how you left it to me. Gloomy and sad. But I've learned to smile through the bad days. After all, you're the one who taught me that.
I still remember that day we stopped talking. It rewinds and replays everytime in the back of my mind. Usually when friendships end, it ends in a harsh way. They're many arguments. But we never really fought though our hearts were broken. I was satisfied then that we didn't had a fight but now I wish we had that fight. The fight was sure to break us. But aren't we broken now as well? Maybe the fight would've broken us. But maybe, it would've saved us as well. If I had faugh with you, I would've regretted many words that would have left my mouth. I'm sacred that I would've told you everything. Things you need to know as well as things that are better if you don't know.
After the fight, not fight but the "break up" which we both took casually even though it ripped our heats off, I hoped you'd call. Called to prove me wrong, called to prove that you do care. Well, I was proven wrong. But by you not calling because I was so sure that you'd call me.
Our "break up" isn't the only thing I remember about us. I remember many more. The secrets, the promises, pinkey-swears, future together about how we would be eachother's child's godmother. I remember them all. I had even wrote a song for you saying that I'd like to call you even in my 60s. Well, we haven't even reached 16 and have stopped calling way back. Don't you think 60 is a long way run?
I know by now you hate me. I've been trying to hate you too. But I can't seem to do that. Even though being with you hurts, I still want to be with you forgetting about the pain. But I can't say the same for you. Do you miss me? At least one person is happy with the end of this relationship and that one person's happiness has always been my reason to smile.
Now anything I do won't get us back together seeing one of us has given up long ago. I give up too. I know I will regret it. At least I tried, right? But don't you ever think that I'll find someone else. I may find someone new and they may be better or worse than you. But they'll never be you because they can never take the place in my life that you left scared. Even though it is sacred, it will still be yours.
And later on in life, no matter what happens, no matter where I may be and no matter how many years has passed, I will miss you. Once in a while I will close my eyes and rewind & replay all the memories in the back of my mind wishing that all this time I was dreaming in that boring lecture and you'll be the one to wake me up from it. But my wish will never come true. But that's not gonna stop me from missing you because that will only happen when I stop loving you. And I can't seem to do that.
I hope this is my last letter to you.
Remember me sometime,
Your forgotten friend.
