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Hey, you.
I miss you.
Do you remember how we used to be close? We used to talk. We had some good times together, didn’t we. Thank you for talking when I wanted to listen and listening when I wanted to talk. Thank you for putting up with all the stupid things I’ve said and done. I’m sorry I’m such a prickly and frustrating person. My shortcomings are not your fault.
I know I wasn’t the best friend to you. I always let my own problems, my introversion, my difficulty with social situations get in the way of being there for you. And ultimately, I was the reason we stopped talking. I didn’t reach out to you. I never clicked “like” on any of your Facebook statuses. I didn’t congratulate you when you posted about something happy. I didn’t offer advice when you were having a hard time or commiserate when you were sad. I fell out of Facebook and at the same time I fell out of your life.
Did you know I still think about you sometimes?
I know you think I’m talking about someone else right now, but I’m not. I’m talking about you.
I’m not good at telling people how much they mean to me, but I’m glad you were once a part of my life. Take that however you like. I just wanted you to know.
I miss you.
Do you remember how we used to be close? We used to talk. We had some good times together, didn’t we. Thank you for talking when I wanted to listen and listening when I wanted to talk. Thank you for putting up with all the stupid things I’ve said and done. I’m sorry I’m such a prickly and frustrating person. My shortcomings are not your fault.
I know I wasn’t the best friend to you. I always let my own problems, my introversion, my difficulty with social situations get in the way of being there for you. And ultimately, I was the reason we stopped talking. I didn’t reach out to you. I never clicked “like” on any of your Facebook statuses. I didn’t congratulate you when you posted about something happy. I didn’t offer advice when you were having a hard time or commiserate when you were sad. I fell out of Facebook and at the same time I fell out of your life.
Did you know I still think about you sometimes?
I know you think I’m talking about someone else right now, but I’m not. I’m talking about you.
I’m not good at telling people how much they mean to me, but I’m glad you were once a part of my life. Take that however you like. I just wanted you to know.