No news is good news? I think the fact that I haven’t heard from you in days is not good. It’s rather upsetting. In fact, I’ve been so upset, I’ve been through the 5 stages of grief at least once a day since you’ve been gone. I’ve been mourning you.

You told me that I was your best friend; then you told me that I was your second best friend, then you finally told me I was just one of many friends in a crowd. You pushed me away.

Idiot that I am, I reached out for you, unwilling to let you go. I left you notes and made calls, and tried over and over to reach you. But you ignored me. I should have taken the hint.

You are dead to me, and I continue to mourn. You might come back one day; trying to mend the fence for your advantage. I will not be used.

I am not a superficial friend. I tried to be there for you more than any other, but you decided to take another’s company over mine. Fine. I get it. Now I know why all the others left you, why they speak of you with disdain. You’ll be sorry you lost me. One day.