Goodbye...

Last night I was looking at some photos that are going to go to my wall and saw us, me and the three of you, together, happy, like the best friends we used to be. I’m not sad it’s over, I understand that everything comes to an end and we’re growing up and maybe we weren’t that “compatible” anymore, but I wish we could’ve talked about it, I’ve talked to one of you and now I feel like everything’s better, I know where it ended and there’s nothing we can do about it, just remember the good times we had. There are still two of you, who just don’t care (I hope), I tried to ask one of you if you were mad at me, you said no, but that was all you ever said this year -and we’re in February and we study together- which led me to think otherwise.

I’m sorry I hurt you or disappointed you, or even if I just sounded like I didn’t want to be around you anymore, but I have no idea how I could apologise, you don’t want to tell me what I ever did for you to stop talking to me. I just wanted to say that I’m happy that you became one of those artsy people full of great photos and sometimes questionable outfits and meaningful captions  for you Instagram posts, because you always had that on you, but maybe didn’t feel comfortable sharing it or developing it with me around since I’m not that much like that? 

I also wanted to say I’m sorry that you look at us angry every time we laugh out loud or just do the weird things you and I used to do before, I hope you’re having fun on your own, I want you to, but I also wanted to tell you that you can come be weird and just a complete outcast with us whenever you feel like it, we were good at being the outcasts, we were intimidating because of how loud we laughed, and that’s the best thing ever in my opinion. 

Apparently it wasn’t a good trait in your point of you since sometime you looked bothered when I laughed too hard, still you were the one grabbing my butt in front of our guy friends and telling them we were a couple, even my uncle believed it.

In conclusion of all these, I’m sorry you can’t forget why you were mad but can’t tell me either, therefore I’m sorry you have to be bothered every time you see me, I hope you just forget about me like I’m having to forget about you. Also, congratulations on that guy who I think is your new boyfriend, he looks like a cool guy, the kind of guy you like, I’m glad we helped each other overcome anorexia, bulimia, depression and both stopped self-harming -mostly- I’m sorry you got in that comma for taking drugs and your boyfriend didn’t help you enough, I hope this one’s better for you.

You two were my best friends and I loved both of you every second for the last four years, but I guess this is goodbye and have a good life…