Growing Apart

I don’t know what your summer's been like. What your class schedule is like for next year. What you do everyday, or who you hang out with. I no longer know the things about your life, and I haven’t for a while now. Besides the peek of your life I get from social media, I don’t know what’s going on. It’s a weird thing to me because I use to be such an important part of your life and knew almost every detail about you. We just to talk every day, I knew all of your secrets, your crushes, the family fights, or the fun things you did. I use to spend most of my time with you. But now I hardly see you, I barley know you, and I haven’t for a while now. You left me like I was an old chapter in your book you were finished reading. You left me without a second thought. Not for my lack of trying to reach out to you. Making plans to meet up with you and hang out, yet once again you bailed. I used to miss you, the car rides were we got lost because neither one of us can navigate. Or the movie night we had, our shared secrets, and daily snapchats. Me messing with your boyfriends and them taking part in my teasing banter. The nicknames we created. I use to miss your friendship so much. But I didn’t feel like you missed mine, or even remembered the things I did for you. So I decided to let you go and stop missing you. I use to be mad at you. Mad you could forget about me so quickly. That I could care about you so much but you cared about me so little. It baffled me how I could go from seeing you every single day to barley ever talking. It took some time but I eventually realized you weren’t a friend. A friend isn’t someone who only contacts you when they want something or have no one else. It’s not someone who keeps you around as an obligation or because your families are friends. And it not someone who doesn’t even know who you are or what’s going on in your life. Life can change in the blink of an eye and I would rather have people in my life that truly care and that even if we went a time without talking it would be evident that they were always there for whatever you need. Some people can grow separately without growing apart but it appears that’s not true for us. Now you’re just somebody that I use to know. Not for lack of trying or caring. But because slowly but surly without you ever noticing you started drifting from my life, and no longer knew me. You stopped asking how I was. You don’t know about the challenges I’ve faced and the strives I’ve made. I’ve changed but you weren’t there to notice. I finally realized there is no point in trying to stay friends with someone who doesn’t know who your are, or care to ask. I'm not mad or sad. I don’t hate you. I know people change and life moves on. I’ve moved on and I’m okay. I’ve let go of wishing and holding of what could be. I just hope one day someone asks you how I am or why we no longer hang out and you realize you don’t know me. You don’t know how I am or if I’m okay. I hope it hurts knowing you lost someone who cared about you as much as I did.