Yeah that's right you deleted me first.
If we were to take a ride in the Way Back Machine to four years back you would see that you were my best friend. I could tell you anything. We would text until the ends of the night. It was because of you that I had to get unlimited texts you remember that? You told me about how the latest boy you were dating was driving you crazy, how much you loved a certain show and the time you spent with your family (even if they did drive you to the brink of insanity from time to time). I would tell you it would all get better eventually. I would tell you about my struggles with my weight. With my job. With my friends. With my family. With everything. My favorite times together though was just being around you and not needing to say a word. In those moments I felt like nothing could hurt me. No matter what was happening through my life there was safety in those moments.
I thought you knew me better than anyone, especially when I would go through my phases. You knew everything there could be about me and how I worked. Sure we would have our moments of difficulty but what friends don't? You knew about my tendencies to worry about nothing. To make fun of and ridicule people, especially when I first meet them. To get quiet and whiny when things don't go my way. To lie and say everything is fine when they obviously aren't. So many other idiosyncratic aspects of my personality that even I don't immediately recognize. Maybe at one point you did.
When you decided to move you knew how much it was bothering me and how much I believed that things wouldn't be the same once you left. You swore to me that they wouldn't. You told me that I would still see you when you would visit. You said we would still talk. You convinced me things would stay the same.
I really should have known better than to believe you.
It started off small. I would send you texts and it would slowly take you longer to respond. I would write on your wall only to be met with silence. The birthday present I bought you was returned because you couldn't get time off work to come up for the game. You did make time to see me when you came up to visit your family so of course I forgot all about the past slights and thought everything was fine and that error in judgement got me through the next bit until I realized the cycle was continuing on.
Time went on and you told me about a boy you were dating. How much you liked him. How you thought maybe he would be the one. I was happy for you. I only made one simple request - Don't let me find out about your engagement on Facebook or Twitter. You laughed and promised I wouldn't. Four months or so later and you were engaged and I found out on Facebook and Twitter. You claimed to have texted me but those things don't exactly get lost.
I blamed this distance that was growing between us on your new Fiancee. He clearly was the one driving you away from any male friends you have out of jealousy. Clearly if I could just make him go away I would have my friend back. And so came the day that I finally met the man I disliked so very much. I would make him feel unwelcome among your friends he would leave you. The plan was simple. Obvious. I made fun of him, ignored him. Basically treated him like crap. The funny thing was he took it. He was a good sport about it, and he even seemed like he was actually a nice guy. Now I realize that it wasn't your now husband's fault we grew apart and I am greatly sorry for how I treated him. He didn't deserve that. All he wanted was to be my friend and I pushed him away. If I could take back the way treated him that night I would.
After that day things were awkward between us. I never really quite felt like you wanted to talk to me. You stopped following me on Twitter. You stopped responding to my texts. After I planned a trip to San Fran to visit you and get to know your fiancee more you magically had to go out of town the weekend I had planned even after verifying with you that you would be in town before I booked. You essentially vanished from my life. I did get an invite to your reception but the entire time I doubted if you actually wanted me there. Even up until the week before the joyous day I needed reassurance from your sister that you wanted me there. Of course the entire time there was awkward, uncomfortable and only salvaged by mutual friends who knew my situation. We talked a little bit but it was superficial and empty.
okayness. I decided that I wasn't going to reach out to you for this to happen because every time I've reached out in the past nothing was reciprocated. If you wanted to prove you wanted to still be friends it would be up to you to initiate. When the time came and you were in town I gave you three days before I reached out to talk to you. We talked briefly and in vague terms about getting together for lunch or something. And then nothing. Our last conversation led to unmet expectations. How fitting.
Recently I found out why you stopped being my friend. It seems that you didn't know how to be my friend after I made fun of your new husband. I have multiple problems with that logic though. I have made fun of almost everyone you have ever dated up to that moment. I make fun of almost everyone I meet. It's how I operate and learn how people will put up with me. We never had this issue until him. Furthermore you were my best friend. Best. Friend. One would think with that designation you would know what I was doing and why. Clearly you were just looking for an excuse to cut off your friends.
I wouldn't be as upset with this situation we currently find ourselves in if you had just been honest with me when you moved and admitted that things weren't going to stay the same. Is it really that hard to say "Hey I know things aren't going to be the same between us once I move but that's okay because you're going to move on and find other people that will take my place. We'll always have our memories and you'll always be near to my heart."? No instead you toyed with my emotions and led me on and now those memories are forever tainted and I have no desire to ever have anything to do with you. You ruined it. Congratulations.
