It's been nearly a year.

One very long, very crazy year.

You, thankfully, renewed your friendship with the girl who used to be my best friend. I am thankful for that. You went to prom with me, even though I had to ask you twice. Again, I am thankful you did; it truly was the perfect senior prom for me. I couldn't have imagined it any other way.

Over the summer, though, things changed. We talked very little, if at all. You criticized my driving skills and in doing so, fired up my temper. I told you so, you apologized, and that was that.

Until August. Until you broke one more girl's heart. And I, once again, picked up the pieces.

It was a joke. A harmless joke. We covered your truck with confetti, wrote on the windows, gave you a card and flowers. And we found the one way to get you truly angry. No matter how hard we tried to explain to you that it was a joke, you just wouldn't listen.

A week later, we came to apologize. And you greeted that apology by walking out of your garage with a BB gun pointed at us! It would have been one thing to point it at me, who had come up with the idea, who purchased the supplies. But you went after the innocent bystander, all because she turned you down. (And what more could you have expected? You were talking marriage after all!) You scared her. You KNEW she was terrified of guns. It took me half an hour to get her calmed down. After I did so, and took her home, I desperately wanted to drive back to your house and knock some sense into you.

It's December now. You've toyed with her for the past three months, alternating between friendship and cold indifference. Surely you must have realized by now what that does to a person; after all, it happened to you not so long ago.

I hold in my heart one last little hope that you will reconcile with her. And that we can have something of a friendship again; all three of us.

I can only hope.