What I hate the most about Facebook is that it shows me the memories. I look back on our memories from last year, to many years ago, and I hate every one.
We had our good times, and I was so thankful for them because they got me through my bad times. I relied on you for everything. You were my rock, my partner in crime. The peanut butter to my jelly. We were two peas in a pod. And even when you were gone, I knew I still had someone that had my back.
But today, those good memories are blended in with our worst one we made together.
And it’s not that I stopped caring about you. I still wish you the best. I still see your family. It’s the fact that the entire time that we’ve known each other, I thought we were developing a sense of trust, comfort, reliability, and respect.
And you completely shattered it all.
In roughly 2 months, we would have been best friends with each other for 5 years. I was ready to celebrate a friend-versary with you. I was ready to make it another 5 years. Because that was the plan. To be there for each other.
Now, as much as I hate myself for admitting it, I’m glad we aren’t best friends anymore.
But I miss you like hell.
There’s some nights when I can’t sleep, and I want to call you like I did before, and you made it all better.
There’s some days when I want to call you and ask how your job is, how your family is, and see if you want to go see a movie that weekend.
Like we always did.
I miss you so much, but I know it’s for my own good that I stopped talking to you. If I hadn’t, I would have been hurt in the long run.
You always like my Instagram photos, which I hate. I see you in my friends’ Snapchats, on their photos that they share, and it hurts, but I know better.
So when I look back on my memories on Facebook today, I’m going to look at those memories, and remember that I’m happy I lost you.
I want you to remember everything, and feel the same way I do.
Sincerely, your ex-best friend.