I agonized about this for a long time.
I finally just had to do it.
Sometimes it hurts.
But not very much and not for that long.
This really surprises me.
We were "best" friends for a very, very long time.
Even when we lost touch for those years in the middle when you moved away, you were always still a part of me.
I was so happy when you moved back a few years ago.
I'm sorry we weren't able to keep our friendship alive longer.
I tried so hard.
But you were always too busy.
You always had better things to do, other people to see.
You drove (still do) by my house at least 3 times a month and I was lucky to see you even once a month.
You nonchalantly cut me out of your wedding. You said it was because you wanted a smaller wedding.
What's worse is you didn't even tell me when you decided to do this. You dropped it like a bombshell when we were all at the bridal store looking for dresses.
You always took. You rarely gave.
I felt like such a junior high-schooler in this relationship.
I'm too old for that. Life is too short.
I thought it would be hard.
But really, it was easy.
I feel so much relief.
Goodbye, my friend.
I will miss what I thought we had.