Dear D,
You and I became friends over lunch; that’s all I’ll say.
I was very intimidated to be your friend at first; I thought you were way out of my league. If we’re being honest, I tried my very best to impress you.
But after a while, I found out that you and I had so much in common. Our friendship flourished with ease.
While we were best friends, life was laid-back and chill and I thought I had found an actual best friend for life (or is that just an urban myth?) So when we started drifting apart, I was very confused and unsure of what to do.
Looking back, I think it was me, and my excuses to not hang out, and the way I let myself get sucked into my extracurriculars that made you decide that I wasn’t worth trying to be a friend to anymore. It was me, wasn’t it? I started icing you out, being the kind of person I always promised I’d never turn into.
I guess that’s a valid excuse then. Still, I miss you because I think we abandoned a ton of undiscovered gold when we mutually called it quits.
Nowadays, it’s hard to connect with you, but my recent self-confidence boost seems to have helped. Or maybe it’s just the senioritis that’s making us reach out to each other once more.
A mutual friend has always stood as the indirect messenger, relaying news like an insurance collector would between families. I have a vague idea about how life is treating you; you seem very happy these days and I’m glad, I’m really glad.
Our friendship is an unfinished story, trailing off and leaving me waiting, wondering “what if, what if, what if?”