I don't really know how to start this.
It's been exactly a year since I could call you a friend. More than a year since I could call you my best friend. Does it matter to you how I'm doing? Do you care that I'm moving in April? Do you care that it broke my heart when I found out you were in town the day of my wedding and not even that could get you to even send me a message? I care. I care how you're doing. I care that you were in town on my wedding day and didn't even tell me. I care that you call Linda your best friend now. I care about Andrea and Karina and the twins. I care about what you're doing. I care about how things affect you. And I feel stupid because I know you don't care. I know you don't care to tell me when you're in town. I know you don't care to tell me about any life updates. And I know you don't give a **** about how I'm doing. You made that clear the last time we talked. It's been a year since we've had a decent conversation and we were best friends since the sixth grade. That feeling couldn't have just went away because you felt like it. You know, people tell me I should just move on from you and get some new friends. And maybe they're right. But you were a big part in my life. It's hard to just let that go.