Dear Ex-Best Friend,

Remember all those times we had each other's backs?

Remember all the night outs we spent together?

Remember all the late-night conversations we had about nothing and everything all at once?

Remember all the laughs and smiles?

Because I do. I remember them all and I miss them too.

But I am also extremely mad at you for all the times you didn't come through for me.

All the times you gladly gave away all my secrets and shared them with the world - with the one person I was desperate to be a mystery to.

I remember the terrible things as much as the good. I remember when our phone calls went from "just a random call to check up on you, to see how you are" to "call in hopes you're doing badly".

Everyone else says I should continue walking forward because there was a legitimate reason I walked away to begin with.

I may have been the one who took all our photos off the wall and the one who told your other best friend about what happened first because apparently, you hadn't mentioned it.

Did I mean so little to you that our split wasn't front page news?

It was front page news for me when I lost not only one but two best friends.

It wasn't worth telling your other best friend?

Was I even your best friend?

You seem to throw around that title carelessly, for anyone who spends time with you and buys you alcohol to keep you happy.

Does the title even matter anymore?

It's been six long months.

You're too stubborn to admit that you were in the wrong and me, too tired of always apologising to keep you happy.

People grow up and people change.

It's just a shame that you've done neither of those things. Yet you claim to the world that it was really I, who did not know how to be mature.

Maturity is not defined by holding yourself back when you want to pummel someone to death, but it is really defined by realising that you're too old for silly high school grudges.

You are the reason I stopped believing in "best friends". I haven't for a while now. You showed me the true definition of a 'best friend'.

So, because of you, I believe best friends are just people who get close to you in order to find out all your secrets.

They desire your presence when they fall but reject it when they soar. You cannot trust anyone these days and that's the sad truth.

It is truly heartbreaking that we are a species that only hope to do better than one another and have failed to realise we are missing some important things.

Where did all the love and compassion go?

Why do we, as a supposed superior species, lack the ability to treat others fairly?

You told me that I drove people away and that's why I am alone.

I do not drive people away; I drive myself away from those that are toxic. I remove myself from toxic situations that only hold heartache.

I put myself first.

I made myself a priority; something I did not know how to do when we were 'best friends'.

I was not being selfish. I was doing what was right for myself. I did what needed to be done.

I made myself a priority. I did not do it with terrible intentions, I had no hope of hurting anyone.

I protected myself.

I gave myself room to grow and breathe.

I gave myself a chance to be happy.

I left for my health.

What I did was the right thing for myself.

I don't care how you twist the events to favour yourself as the victim in the story.

I am important too, and you tried everything in your power to make me forget that.

I shall never forget it again, and that is a promise.

I may be alone but that is enough because it's enough for me.

I am important, and I am valued.

I am worth it.

Do not ever try to convince me otherwise.

Sincerely,

Your Ex-Best Friend who got tired of putting up with your drama.