Those Words
The tears started flowing when I opened up that envelope. I skimmed over the words on the page and got the gist of the message. I didn't understand. I'll never understand.
What was it that I did? She says I used her. She says I use other friends. She says I put the opposite sex in front of my friends. What?!
I've been a loyal friend to her since the seventh grade and we have never been in a fight, except for this time. It all started in my front yard when it was cold. It was real cold. I changed. I wanted to act more mature. I screwed up.
The comfort of my own yard seemed so distant at that moment. I didn't want to remember the fun that we had shared there. We had spent countless hours making snowmen and snow forts with the snow my dad plowed into the yard for us every morning. She was my best friend. I was very afraid.
I don't think that we should be friends anymore, those words she wrote stung more than ten thousand hornets, you just don't seem to be the person that I know and love.
That was the end of it all. BOOM. Just like that, four years of friendship and shared secrets; snowmen and snow forts; daddy's pancakes with chocolate chips and orange juice on Saturday mornings; gone.
All the emotion that was attached to that letter seemed to melt away. It was so impersonal that I was more disappointed than I was sad. I was disappointed in myself, and in her perception of me. She's changed to. We all change. Change is inevitable.