To the most inconsiderate asshole of a friend,<br />I’m writing you this letter because I know that if I say what I have to say<br />to your face I will probably punch you.<br />I don’t know you anymore.<br />I don’t see you anymore.<br />All I get is a quick text or a rushed e-mail from you every few days. I<br />know you are busy and I know you have Bethany, but hello? I’m supposed to<br />be your best friend.<br />You have no idea what this summer has been like. Ever since we were<br />kids we pushed away every single person that could possibly have been our<br />friend. We blocked people until there was only me and you. You probably<br />haven’t noticed, because you have never been in the position I am in now.<br />You have always had someone. You always had me. I always had you. Now<br />you have Bethany and I have no one.<br />Now I feel like those other people that used to try to become our friend,<br />that tried to push their way into our circle but were met by turned backs. I<br />know you’re probably not doing it deliberately just as we never did it deliberately.<br />It’s not that we didn’t want anyone else, it’s just that we didn’t need<br />them. Sadly now it looks like you don’t need me anymore.<br />Anyway I’m not moaning on about how much I hate her, I’m just trying<br />to tell you that I miss you. And that well . . . I’m lonely.<br />Whenever you cancel nights out I end up staying home with Mum and<br />Dad watching TV. It’s so depressing. This was supposed to be our summer<br />of fun. What happened? Can’t you be friends with two people at once?<br />I know you have found someone who is extra special, and I know you<br />both have a special “bond,” or whatever, that you and I will never have. But<br />we have another bond, we’re best friends. Or does the best friend bond disappear<br />as soon as you meet somebody else? Maybe it does, maybe I just<br />don’t understand that because I haven’t met that “somebody special.” I’m<br />not in any hurry to, either. I liked things the way they were.<br />So maybe Bethany is now your best friend and I have been relegated to<br />just being your “friend.” At least be that to me, Alex. In a few years time if<br />my name ever comes up you will probably say, “Rosie, now there’s a name I<br />haven’t heard in years. We used to be best friends. I wonder what she’s doingnow; I haven’t seen or thought of her in years!” You will sound like my mum<br />and dad when they have dinner parties with friends and talk about old times.<br />They always mention people I’ve never even heard of when they’re talking<br />about some of the most important days of their lives. Yet where are those<br />people now? How could someone who was your bridesmaid 20 years ago not<br />even be someone who you are on talking terms with now? Or in Dad’s case,<br />how could he not know where his own best friend from college lives? He<br />studied with the man for five years!<br />Anyway, my point is (I know, I know, there is one), I don’t want to be<br />one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so<br />influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant<br />memory. I want us to be best friends forever, Alex.<br />I’m happy you’re happy, really I am, but I feel like I’ve been left behind.<br />Maybe our time has come and gone. Maybe your time is now meant to be<br />spent with Bethany. And if that’s the case I won’t bother sending you this letter.<br />And if I’m not sending this letter then what am I doing still writing it?<br />OK I’m going now and I’m ripping these muddled thoughts up.<br />Your friend,<br />Rosie