Dear Miss 5'10
We've been friends for 6 years now. Needless to say, I love you. You know me best, or I think you do. We've had our memories, our share of tears, our fights. Many think our friendship is successful because we know how to deal with each other, we know exactly what to say, what to do. Maybe you are one of my best friends. And I say that because I have grown up with you. Everytime we have a fight, I try to focus on the postive side of our friendship, and how people envy it. We haven't had a fight, I just realized that you've been taking me for granted.
It's hard for me to tell you this, because I know how opinionated you are. I wonder If you'd see things the way I do. I dont approve of F. Not because I think he's too good, but because I think he's fake and there's a very huge possibility that he'll behave on the other extreme, and this is not the first time you've come across a person like him. I want to warn you everytime but you never give me the chance, you're too convinced. I don't like A. I don't like how his friendship with you is very superficial. But what I hate more is that you still don't and you never have stood up for me.
I keep telling everyone that I can your company for only some time. I think I have our friendship all sorted out. I think I know how to deal with you, But now I don't know. You haven't bothered to find out details of my life. You haven't seemed interested when I told you anyway. And you do otherwise, with your stupid friends, who I also think as very temporary. I can't say Im irritated, I think its more than that. There are phases for how I feel about you. Sometimes i love you too much, sometimes I can't stand you. Maybe this is a phase, but this time Its gone too far. Last night I didn't feel like i could even speak properly. Right now, I probably never want to talk to you again. Im cringing, and I hate you.
But you know I can't. You know I can never truly hate you. If only you'd give me the fucking space to say what I want to you. Its not that Im afraid, your response is so predictable I can't let myself go through it anymore. I think Im going to let you live in your rose tinted world, where your opinions only exist, and you think that the world is interested in pampering you and listening to you. I can't see you fall, and you've never listened to me enough to come back to reality because of me. Hopefully, it'll happen soon. Hopefully it won't be too hard on you. I can't guarentee me being there then, but you should know I was with you and I cared about you at some point.