It was a Monday afternoon...
4th period, first semester 10th grade. Drafting class.
You hated the class. And I... didn't.
But we had fun anyway. I had a headphone splitter and while we worked we watched YouTube videos together. You introduced me to Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, All Time Low, Bring Me The Horizon, Black Veil Brides, And Jon Cozart.
And I showed you FadeIntoCase, Dodie Clark, and whatever YouTube had to offer that interested me.
Our friendship was good. We never had to worry about boyfriends or girlfriends, we were just kids. But I guess looking back, I can say that we were definitely better people than most.
I feel bad about that one day you were rewatching the Deadpool trailer over and over. You asked me what Deadpool video we should watch next.
And I told you I thought you should calm down.
You pulled the headphone splitter out your computer and chucked it my way. A sudden disconnect. I immediately apologized and when I realized you didn't want to hear it, I stopped trying to get your attention.
I know that's a stupid memory, but I still feel bad about it for some reason.
But I also remember that Monday afternoon that would test our friendship. We were in class and you were... not there, mentally I mean.
You were crying and I felt like something needed to be done. So I went and asked the teacher to let you go... and he did. As soon as I told you, you left.
And I felt bad. I knew I did the right thing, but I felt bad because I was going out of my way to make life better for someone I truly care about. It was overwhelming but I did it anyway.
I took your bag and waited for you outside the classroom. But you didn't show up. I found another friend and began crying in her arms, telling her how I couldn't do it anymore. Eventually you did find me, you took your bag and left.
I felt bad because I felt like my efforts went unappreciated time and time again. But they weren't.
I went home to write the song "At what cost?", which I performed the next day. You asked me why you hadn't heard the song before. I told you I wrote it after what happened. And I promised to send you every song I'd write from then on. And I did.
I still do.
I wrote you letters and cigarettes, I meant everything I wrote. And now where are we?
During the musical, I made and effort to wish you good luck before your big song, every single show. Every show...
You baked me cupcakes for my birthday.
The last time we FaceTimed was a Monday night. We listened to Disney music while you worked on art. You offered to FaceTime... I felt lucky that you would want to hang out with someone like me.
I would give you a hug everyday before leaving school at the end of the day...
In the last cigarette you gave me for my birthday you wrote "I couldn't ask for a better person to go to France with."
And I believed you.
So while we were in France. I can only remember watching a part of an episode of Riverdale with you and thinking to myself, "she still cares... we're okay".
We played games of 31 and that felt normal. But then we played cards in a different crowd and suddenly I didn't feel safe around them. I felt judged, by them, by you.
I don't even know if the locks mattered to you. You gave the letters back as if they didn't matter... I don't know how to fix this.
I remember walking slower to get the attention of a guy. And you saw me walking by myself and tried starting a conversation with me. I told you I was in the middle of another conversation. So you left me to try and talk to him.
You even said, "It's been awhile since we've talked." AND YOU WERE RIGHT!!
I should've stayed back and talked to you.
I wish I did.
I still care about you. So much so that I'm willing to leave you if it'll make you happy. I'm sorry.
How much I remember makes me cry because I will never be able to take back everything I did wrong. And now it's too late.
When I asked you if you thought we'd still be friends after high school, you said you didn't know.
And I believed you. But I still hold out the smallest bit of hope. Everyday, that you'll tell me it's gonna be okay, and that our friendship didn't just...
Pass by...
That I was somebody to you.
On your birthday, at the stroke of midnight, I texted you saying happy birthday the same way I did the year before. And you just said, "Thank you".
So I guess...
Thank you for being there. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being my friend. And if, in the future, I do make things right and we become close again, than maybe I can drop this guilt and shame for what I did.
Because I need too know...
If I'm worth your friendship all over again.
I'm sorry I ******* up. And if I could do it all over again, I would. And I would make all the right choices, making our lives better.
And if this really is the end. I just hope that you listen to my songs once in a while and remember me as someone who wrote a couple good songs for you.
Because "Rush" is still my best piece of work. And it's yours.
I am... sorry. I think the saddest part of all of this writing is that I should've just said something. This isn't right, this is cowardice.
