Friendship
Last Conversation With My Best Friend
Many things were left unsaid between us
A Sincere Apology to My 15-Year-Old self for Doing the Unthinkable: Believing I had you.
I thought I had you.
We Were Friends
I’d never felt so dejected, so broken, so out of place, the way I did when we had that talk.
Yes, we were good friends. We laughed together. We ate together. Used to gossip over lunch. That was our life. Simple and sweet.
But the day you were not available and said you were unconcerned when I needed you the most at that time… You weren’t there. You weren’t present.
After two years, you contacted me with a simple sorry.
I admit, I expected more. But in that moment, I realized how overrated expectations can be — especially after the way you casually told me, “sorry.”
Many things were left unsaid between us. That was the first time. First time I felt something had broken. It was our friendship.
Do I miss you?
Yes, I miss the good days that we had. But those days are long gone now. Present matters. It always does.
