that we are no longer really friends?
I missed one of the most important moments of your life… because you didn’t let me celebrate it with you.
I honestly don’t know if it’s your fault or if I’m to blame. But in any case, I’m sorry. Maybe we weren’t the forever-friends type. Maybe our friendship had a shelf life of, what? 3 years? 4 years? It’s sad but I honestly saw this coming. Not with you in particular. I just knew that not all of my close friends will remain close friends. I just knew that not all of my friends will remain friends. But I sure know we’re not enemies. So what does that make us? Strangers? My heart breaks at the thought. But then I can’t say I didn’t expect it.
Another sad thing is, I have now realized how fragile friendships really are. But that realization is not sad per se. It’s the fact that I had to lose you first to learn. So I’m sorry. And thankful that you’ve taught me this. But still sorry because it was at the expense of hurting, losing our friendship.
Well this sounds so cold and heartless.
But I guess most truths are.
Most lessons learned are.
Still, maybe one day our paths will cross. We will both be strangers then. But we’ll wonder why the other seems so familiar. And then maybe we’ll get the chance to be friends again.
And I’ll make sure I won’t mess up.
But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.
–Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky