You were called a best friend for a reason.
But, how unfortunate that we grew to realize that there's more than one reason to be called the best.
We used to have fun. When we see each other, we can't help but smile or have that mischievous glint that we know oh so well. We worked like clockwork. Everyday was so fun with you.
It's sad that we can't have those days anymore.
You have become a fuzzy memory of days where skipping classes were fun, of days when boys didn't matter, of hidden cigarettes and vodka, of groupstudies-turned-nightouts, of days when a sundae and fries are haven foods for the soul.
You made me soar. You made me alive and for that I thank you.
It was a tango of up's and down's for us. You would call and I would always stumble out of bed to get load just to text back.
You would suggest an upcoming movie and I silently make a mental note to pack myself lunch and walk home just to save for that.
You would tell me the best lipstick brands, what dress, hair-do, and glasses work best with me, and which shade would best bring out the sparkle in my eyes.
You would tell me your opinion about someone and I would totally take it as my own.
You would always be the leader and I'm the follower.
And, that's where we began to crash.
I'd tell you things that I'd like and there would just be two things that may happen after that.
1. If you like my idea, you'd smile and add your own version. Eventually making it your own.
2. If you don't, you'd just it brush off by saying how ridiculous it is, and then give your own sagely comment.
You refused to let me be the upper one in our seesaw and it started to be not fun anymore.
But there were times when I just ignored your harsh comments thinking that you had a bad day, a fight with your boyfriend, or Satan's period began.
Don't get me wrong, I won't pin our fallout on you alone. I am also at fault.
If I were a true bestfriend, I would've called you out when you acted like a little bitch. But I never did.
I just stood by and let you fall into the illusion that you're doing things right... That whenever somebody hurts you, you are always the victim.
I failed to make you better and if you were reading this, this will be the only reason I am sorry.
Ever wondered why you can't have a boyfriend for more than two months? Looking back from all those missed phonecalls and forgotten monthsaries, it was because you failed to compromise, let alone understand them.
Regrettably, I realized that you're doing it to me, too.
I failed as a best friend. I failed to make you see the error of your ways.
Pathetic, I guess our nets were too loose to catch each other.
You let me down and I let you down.
The last straw was when you came back and made an impromptu get-together with our own circle of friends.
During that time, I was having a personal crisis and gracefully asked to be excused from all the fun.
I thought you would understand and I was even expecting that you'll be bringing me sundaes and fries for our private afterparty but---
Your reply was the bitchiest thing I've ever heard from you.
I won't tell the whole world what you said but if you were ever curious why I felt offended by it, I have a screenshot of it on my PC. Ask me for a copy. Read it.
That was the last straw. You have deliberately proved to me that you never changed. Heck, you never even chatted me on a daily basis when you were away and still you would expect me to be in your beck and call?
That's not gonna cut it, Bes. I've realized alot about our friendship when you went away.
I just hope that when we meet again, you would have the decency of trying to understand what happened between us.