Dear Friend #3
Only a few days ago, I realized that I’ve always relied on introverts to be my best friends. Why? Because I know they’re too shy to make new best friends, and I’d be their one and only. I’m a little possessive, you know! And I was your one and only, I know that for a fact. With time, we’ve drifted apart. It was actually both of our faults, now that I think about it. I was tired of receiving zero appreciation/affection from you for my efforts for you, and you were too introverted to tell me to stay. It’s okay to end things for the better. I have a lot of friends now, being the extrovert that I am. I hope you have a new someone for yourself, too. And I hope that someone loves you as much as I loved you. But sometimes, when I see that I’m no one’s “one and only” anymore…it stings a bit. I feel an emptiness creeping up on me. The blankness that our friendship left in me will probably always be too huge to go away. I’ll always feel a little alone in a crowd.
Things that are meant to go, will go away someday. But you’ll always be *my* introvert. Thank you for all the memories you gave me over the years. Thank you for all the smiles, all the tears, all the internal jokes…everything. I can never thank you enough for them, even if I tried my best to. I’ll always be rooting for you, no matter where I am.
I hope you’ll remember me, too. Maybe that’s too much to ask for, but I can’t help it. See, I’m a little too possessive.