These decisions are permanent and they don’t need to come from a vindictive place. Most of the times they are a loving and caring way to secure your own happiness and well being. It doesn’t make you a horrible person. It makes you better for everyone around that still appreciates you.
It’s hard to say goodbye to years of close friendship, to hundreds of memories… but it’s also hard to keep feeling like crap because this is no longer a friendship: is work.
It is normal for friends to argue or stay mad for a while. It is not ok for friends to loose interest on other friends’ lives. Then you stop being a friend and you’re just an acquaintance.
This is the hardest part: to know when someone is no longer your friend.
Once you accept that there is nothing you can do, move on without regret.
I kept defending your choices, I kept trying to make you see ahead. Maybe you didn’t need that.
But time made our eyes look in different directions. Time turned us into different human beings.
I can’t be your friend now. I’m not capable of changing back and neither are you.
I cherish our memories together and I wouldn’t change them.
But if we met today, would we like each other? Would you stand by my side and defend my choices? Would you love me?
I always tried to see and understand you as you really were but somehow there was always this filter that made you look at me and see some kind of Bad Witch to your Snow White.
I can’t live with your jealousy anymore. I can’t be your competition when I don’t even know what game we’re playing. I didn’t sign up for this.
I didn’t excuse your lack of compassion because I wasn’t sad: I looked the other way because I hoped you would see what I saw. Treating your friends like your enemies is not right.
I’m not a bad person but you make me question my own motives and I refuse to let someone turn me against myself.
I admit I started to drift away and part of this is my fault too but between being a bad friend or nothing at all I would choose the latter every time. And I won’t wait any longer for someone who sees me as someone I’m not.
I wish you the best. I hope you lose your fear of being alone. I hope you’ll stop chasing guys that don’t deserve you. I hope you’ll see past them and their problems and start focusing on your real friends. The ones that you kept on pause while you looked for someone better, cooler.
You are a good person and I really wish you happiness.
But I hope you understand I can’t do this anymore. I quit.”