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To My Very Good Friend – Who Started To Drift Away

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Love,

            Before anything else, I would like you to know that you have been a very good friend to me; I wouldn't be writing this letter in the first place if you weren't. And I would like to thank you for all the things you have done to me and for me; merely for being such a wonderful friend – from day one up to now.

            I have always admired our closeness and bonds through the years. We've been friends since when? Since our early childhood I guess. And that is seventeen years now. It's quite long isn't it? But let's face the fact that people change with time – so do relationships. Our relationship with other people change whether we like it or not – it’s inevitable. And at this moment, I am writing you this letter in the view of the fact that our used-to-be-really-cool-friendship has started to fizzle out.

            How is your life lately? It's definitely fine, I know. Have you notice? We quite don't see each other, I tried inviting you to celebrate with me last year but, you didn't came. Don't get the wrong idea, I am not mad and I am not rubbing salt to the fresh wound, I am just reminding you might as well, it will ring a bell. It's been what? A year or two, since the last time I saw you. How are you? Definitely good, I suppose. I was wondering is there a time that you think of me and the moments that we spent together? I guess NO. I did not cross your mind. As what I see, you are happy with your life now.

            This dilemma started when we move to another address five years ago. Since our house is away from the city, and we are not send in the same school; we rarely see each other. And that is the start of this whole thing. You met friends, I met mine. But that is not a reason for you to change yourself.

            I wrote this letter to express what I've been keeping about you for the last five years of my life. At first, I decided to be silent and keep this thing for myself, but from time to time that I keep on wondering why this is happening, I can't help myself but to burst out. You know, I have a lot of questions that I wanted some answers from you. Like "Why is this happening to us?", "Why the sudden change?", "Where have you been all this time?” But I know I won't have a chance to ask these questions to you, because it feels like you are a galaxy away from me.

            Do you remember that we used to be really close to each other? We are more like sisters than friends. We used to spend a lot of time with each other along with some of our close friends. We tell each other everything and we talk about the most random and irrelevant things of all. We even share secrets to each other we never ran out of things to say and things to talk about; and I find that amusing for some reason. I don't know if it is me, or you, or the both of us who got tired of dealing with each other's anecdotes; my point is, we let it happen. And that is the saddest part of it all.

            Things between us are different now, admit it or not; we are way closer before than we are right now. I tried to keep in touch with you. I tried texting and calling you, but, I can't reach you. I always asked your older brother how you are, and told him to tell you that if you have time, please contact me. I even tried chatting you, but all I can get is a heart-breaking SEEN ZONE. And for that, I stopped. Because I can't take another rejection again. I don’t know why, but for some reason I feel like there’s a small barrier between us. I am sorry if I have been rather distant if we have been close. Forgive me if I refuse to talk to you sometimes; I shall admit that I am doing it intentionally, only for the reason that talking to you makes me sad for I know that it is not the same anymore – talking to you is not the same anymore.

            You see, that’s the thing about relationships. We don’t get to keep something alive for good and all. At some point things will begin to fall apart; sometimes we can still prevent it for happening, sometimes we don’t. As for the two of us, I hope we get to regain what’s been missing. After all, I am still glad that I know you and spent some moments with you. I hope in time, we can catch up on all the things we’ve missed and talked about those crazy things we used to share. Especially now, that you are on another milestone in your life. I miss you, AGTANG!


Love,

Your close friend
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