Dear You,
We were friends.  Friends of the best kind.  No matter what happened in life, we always came back to each other.  You were the only person I really hung out with substantially after my surgery.  You were the one person I spent every birthday with, every year since we've known each other.  You were someone who I trusted with every one of my secrets.  And deep down, I thought you cared about me.

And this is where I've been slapped in the face and been made a fool of.  I don't care about your personal life.  That's your own thing.  But you, you lied to me.  Made me think things were different than they were.  Boy, was I wrong.  Not only did you stick a knife in my heart, my friend, but you twisted it, letting it bleed out and letting the blood circle in the tears left shed from our friendship.

I'm sad that we cant be friends.  I'm sad that I can't look past the fact that you lied to me.  That you tore me to shreds.  And now every time I think of any memory from our friendship, I cry.  And not just a little, but a lot.  In a way I feel like maybe I was never something you cared about.  You lied to me not just once, but many times over the years.  I dunno, maybe my whole life is a lie.

This has been a bullet to my self-esteem.  I just wanna feel like I really matter.  Like maybe at one moment I mattered.  I dont think I ever will though.

I'll miss you.
-Me