An almost too real letter

Dear “Best Friend”,

You know me better than anyone, so I ask you this: why, if you know it annoys me half to death, would you lie to me about anything? When you texted me to say you were going to babysit, fine, I understood. Hey, sometimes we all have things we have to do. But also, did you think that because our school is overpopulated and crowded that I wouldn’t see you on the escalator and hear you make plans with someone else? I’m not dumb, even though I act and look like I am.

So I did something I don’t usually do. I went to eat alone. My intention was to read or do some homework, but I couldn’t bring myself to be studious. I had some time to think about our friendship, and how I feel that it’s no longer working out. Over a Burrito Bowl and a margarita on the rocks, I came to realize that we’re just no longer the best of friends. I just don’t know what caused the rift.

Is it because I made a comment about your “boy toy” that you didn’t like? I knew it was going to come back around and bite me in the ass, but I said it anyway, because you wanted me to tell you what I thought about it. So I told you, that he obviously wanted a relationship and you didn’t, so you should end whatever you were doing. And he beat you to the punch, and somehow that’s my fault?

Or was it because I said that you always look for things that are out of style? Because if that’s what pissed you off, then you’re not the person I thought you were.

I guess I saw this coming. Since the moment I told you I was off the market, it’s like you wanted to sabotage what I have going on in my love life. It makes me sad, because you’re one of the best friends’ I’ve ever had … but I don’t think that I want to be friends with someone who: 1) doesn’t want me to be happy, 2) wants me to cheat on someone I love, and 3) takes cheap shots at my boyfriend.

I think it’s time for us to go on separate ways. I loved having you as a friend. But I think that we’re going in different directions. As much as I want to be supportive of what you do, I can’t. I can’t be supportive, when you’re not being supportive. It’s a two way street. Maybe I’m just tired of giving out advice that falls on deaf ears.

I took the long way home tonight. I had to think things through. It’s not the first time I would have had to cut a friend off. But it’s the first time it actually hurts. I know we don’t always agree on things, and that sometimes we’re just on different planets. But I honestly think, that, we should stay on our different planets.

It’s just better that way.