Dear high school friend,
I’m really sorry to say this, but I think it might be the end of the road for us.
I’m so grateful for all the great times we shared together, like our frequent concert outings and late night girl talks, and please don’t misconstrue this as meaning that I regret any of our time together. I don’t. I really don’t. But as we’ve grown apart in distance, I feel we’ve grown apart emotionally as well.
This isn’t to say I think you’re a bad person (in fact, I think the complete opposite), but the fact of the matter is I think you were someone who suited me in my high school stage of maturity and not my college one. You dance around the same five problems all the time; texting me frantically at late hours about issues that seem trivial and fixable if you would just put in the effort. When I do attempt to console you, you don’t listen to my advice at all, and just continue down the same destructive path before coming to cry to me about it being destructive.
On top of all this, you never bother to learn about what’s new about my life or what’s up with my new friends here. Instead, you jealously accuse me of “replacing you,” because you haven’t bothered to socialize with anyone at your school. You say that I’m your only friend. “The only person” you have. But that’s not fair to you or me because you aren’t the only person I have anymore.
You’ve pushed me away with your incessant whining and accusations that everything is “so easy for me” and that I “have it made,” but then text me long paragraphs about how you would be lost without me. That doesn’t make us closer. That causes me to push away.
And it’s hard. I thought I would miss you so much more than I do, and that sucks. I don’t want to push you away, but you’re draining me. I’ve found friends at college that are so much less toxic than my relationship with you, and I have friends back home who manage to catch me up on their lives while still caring about mine.
So, while it pains me to say, I think this may have to be goodbye.
I wish only the best for you. I wish happiness and success and good fortune in all that you attempt to do. But I just can’t do this anymore. And I think it’s better for you, too.