Friends

Sit back for one minute and ponder what issues really lie between us. I have not ever done anything to you or been rude to you, though I am sure someone has implied otherwise. If you ever felt that I have slighted you in any way, I apologize. How do I know things about you? I certainly do not know you. How do you know things about me? You do not know me either. I know that you have broken up with N multiple times. I know he suspects that you cheated on him with a guy you started dating right away after you broke up the last time. I know that guy was older than you, knew what his name was, and also knew that you say you ‘never cheated on N’. I know that you say you exchanged numbers while you and N were still together out at a bar, but that you didn’t act until you broke up...

To my ex best friend When i was cleaning out my laptop i found a writing assignment from a few semesters ago.The prompt was to write about someone who you adored and of course, i had wrote about you. I wrote about how you made me feel alive and you put the air in my lungs and how you were everything i wanted to be and more. I wrote endless paragraphs about our connection, and how you had helped me. I wrote about you like we were lovers. We don't talk anymore though. I was the greatest friend you'd ever have, or at least i tried to be. I was a ray of light even with my darkness, i was a yellow flower in a field of purple. I am irreplaceable even though you'd deny it. I was in love with you, completely inthralled, even though we weren't dating, we weren't even romantically...

Here I am, writing a letter for the man who broke my heart and left me. To the man that i hate so deep inside for leaving me. To the man that once was my life. To the man that i love so deep inside that it burns. Burns to think, to feel, to remember. To the man that i miss every single moment. To the man that i i still love. Love so deep. I love him on some weird level. On the level that i will throw away my feelings to stay in his life. To talk. to smile. To know how is he doing. To know that he is good. Somehow i need him in my life. Somehow i just need it it. To come back home to a message from him. And it's not obsession. It's not. It's not sick love. It's just i can't stop caring for person that once was my world. I can't forget his kindness, his smile, his voice. His hard work and...

Dear friend, I'd just like to say thank you to you today. Because you taught me that not all things are pure. And that i should look deeper into things. That i should look out for myself and not depend on others to do it for me. You taught me that not everybody is nice . But most of all you taught me that even if there are friendships and people like you, there are still real ones out there. You taught me how to differentiate between this and the real thing. You taught me that not everybody deserves your time and effort. You taught me that you were not worth it. And you also lost someone who would have done anything for you. But although you taught me all those lessons. You gave me immense amount of pain too. I was in shreds learning that i meant nothing to you , that i was all...