I think about you sometimes and the same thing comes to mind, "What the hell happened?"
I'm not going to reach out anymore. You're never going to see this because it wouldn't do any good. I just wanted this to be out there for my own kind of closure. Writing it down, saying it out loud always helps to release it. I have no idea why you discarded our friendship. The only thing I can think of is your friends didn't like me. I don't care, really. I'm over it. I'm happy. I'm the happiest I've ever been. The saddest part is, I would have liked for you to be a part of that. A piece of me always wonders if we ran into each other on the street, would you keep walking without saying a word? Your loss. I seriously hope you find happiness within yourself because that's the only place you can find it.
I'm sure everyone has had someone drop from the face of the earth before without any explanation. Or, the explanation you did receive was completely ridiculous and false. Either way, there is nothing you can do about it. For those of you that know me, this is very hard for me to accept. I've learned to let it go, but I can't help but wonder what I could have done differently. Then, I stop and think, "It's probably nothing I did and all on them." We cannot control how other's think nor can we control how they act. The only control we have, is how we act, react, or think. Maybe people aren't accepting of friendships because they're in a dark place. Or maybe your personality is just a little more than they can tolerate and they don't want to take the time to get to know you. Either way, it's not your problem. If it may be your problem, there's a simple solution. Change it. Einstein put it perfectly, "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Change isn't always easy, but if you find anything you don't like about yourself, you have the power to fix it. Stop trying to fix everybody else and do what you are able to do: strive to be better today than you were yesterday.
P.S. The first two paragraphs I wrote over a year ago and I have NO idea who I was talking about. With that said, they mustn't have been that important after all.
