People in the know are glad, glad you have taken yourself out of my life. But I never listened to anyone before and I'm not going to start now and I'm not glad. I don't feel relieved. I don't feel a weight lifted because you're gone. I just feel sad, and empty and that something is missing. You. You're missing. And I hate it.
How could you turn your back on me so easily? Friends since 1987. That is a long time. Was it easy? In retrospect if all feels so forced, planned. That night, you were looking for anything to fight about. What you settled on and what ultimately ended our friendship and whatever else we had is not something that would end a 27 year friendship. And when I think about it, sometimes I'm crushed, other times I'm just angry. So so angry that you turned your back on me.
It's been a month. It's taken me this long to put these feelings on paper. It's taken me this long trying to make sense of a senseless situation to realize there never will be any sense to it. It took me 2 minutes after our fight to realize it was purposeful. At the time, I was so shocked and going on instinct to fight you back, to try and hurt you back. And I hate that I stooped to that level. I hate that I said some of the things I said. I was so upset, so crushed. So decimated by you, again. I console myself with that old saying.... you always hurt the ones you love.
No matter how many times I tell myself that I'm better off, my heart won't listen. My heart wants you in my life. My heart wants your friendship back. You weren't always a good friend but at times you were the best friend. At times you would say something to me that was so insightful, so right into my soul, that I thought there could be no one on this earth who knows me the way you do. How you did that always blew my mind. And no matter how many times you told me you're a dick, I didn't fully believe it until that night. It was like an image you tried to keep going, but it never fooled me. I saw that side of you that you don't show too many people. And I still believe that, but I also will know that despite that other side, you're truly a dick too. And that's ok. A lot of times I feel like a total asshole. But you saw the other side.
You brought things out of me that I didn't know were there. You were encouraging and supportive of me when I needed it most. You made me love you again, not that I ever stopped. And then you tore it away, again. I didn't think I could ever live through the pain of losing you a second time. But I guess I have. But it's a pain that lingers.
Life is short.... I hope it doesn't take too long for you to find your way back, again.