A LETTER TO MY BEST FRIEND.
Dearest best
friend,
Hey, how are
you? How have you been? I hope you are doing well.
I wanted to say
sorry for what I did because I know what I did to you was horrible. While I thought
I would never have to write this letter to you of all people, I still can’t
stop crying about it. I’m such a bad person and I shouldn’t have done that to
you and I’m so sorry. I want us to laugh and joke around like we used to and I us
to relate again. I want to be able to say that you will be with me and I will
be with you forever and that I’ll never leave you. I want to be able to say
that again.
I realize how mean I was. And, how I was a
jerk and how I was so self-indulgent and how I was a bad friend. I want and I beg
you to forget this whole thing like it never happened. Except that won’t
happen.
I miss you. I
know I miss you because I’ve been actively trying to think about anything but
you for the last hour. Who are we kidding? The last few days since our last phone
call. You’ve blocked me on Instagram. You’ve unfollowed me on Facebook. Blacklisted
my number. Erased my existence in your life. But here I am still missing you.
Still hoping that your number lights up my phone and I feel my heart swell
because you want to talk to me. But it’s never going to be the same. It’s never
going to be the same even if you did come back.
I know I miss
you because when I heard that dumb Charlie Puth song “One Call Away” I teared
up. I don’t tear up at dumb, sad pop songs but I do now because of you. You’ve
made me into this soft, gentle person. Gentle or soft would have never been
words I used to describe myself before but I guess now they’re part of the
rotation.
I wonder how in
such a short period you could have meant so much to me but time doesn’t mean
anything. It really doesn’t. I know we should wait a certain amount of time to
tell another person we care but why? Why are we waiting when our souls
recognized each other the second our eyes met? There was a moment so pure when
you were holding me when I thought I was done. I was done looking because
meeting you meant I was done. You were it.
It freaks me
the fuck out that in such a short period of time that I was more certain of
anything than I had been in my entire life. I had no doubts. I always have
doubts but I didn’t this time. I definitely fought to fall for you because it
felt too right. When something feels too right, you often wait for the other
shoe to drop. You often wonder when this feeling of good is going to turn to
pain.
I thought I knew pain before but I had no idea.
You have been
the most painful feeling I’ve ever felt. When I let myself experience the pain
for a second, it cripples me. And the sad part is that you think you mean
nothing to me. You were always questioning my feelings for you. You felt like I
deserved more. I didn’t deserve more than you because you were and are enough.
Right now, I’m
still grappling with the fact that you don’t want me. Maybe your feelings
didn’t develop as fast as mine but I don’t think you share the moments we had
without it being reciprocated. But then again maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I was
convincing myself of something that was never truly there. Maybe I’m going to
meet someone else and her love is going to feel a million times stronger.
But what if it
doesn’t?
What if I am doomed to roam this Earth knowing what
love feels like and knowing it’s never going to feel that way again?
When I sit on
my couch, all I picture is you next to me. I picture your dumb smile. Your
stupid face. Your idiotic way to make me feel like the most beautiful person in
the world. Your reckless kiss that not only touched my cheeks but turned me
inside out. Your crazy ability to bring out the best in me.
I hate the fact
that right now I think about you negatively. I hate that I feel like you
tricked me. I hate that I feel hopeless without you. I hate that I’ve been
acting like half the person I used to be because the pain I feel is so real
that the only thing that works in numbing it through meaningless interactions.
It’s my fault
that I fell so hard for you so quickly. I had expectations of you that you
couldn’t meet. All I want is for you to be happy. Your happiness means so much
to me. When you love someone all you want is for them to move forward and be
the best version of themselves. And I do wish that for you. I just wish I could
have been there to see it.
I am sorry for everything and I hope you can
forgive me because I don’t know how much longer I can make it knowing I was a
jerk to you so much that you can’t forgive me.
Can we please
put this all behind us?
Yours sincerely,
OKELLO ELIOT OTWAO
I will always love ❤️ u🥺🤧
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