How are you, old friend? 

Can I speak my mind?

You used to tell me all the time how you didn’t want to lose me, and how you were willing to walk on eggshells to ensure that I’d stay.

But it didn’t really take me that long of a time period to draw a conclusion from all the facts that have been laid out over time.

A conclusion that I either couldn’t see at first, or that I just simply refused to believe.

Regardless of which reason it was that delayed my moment of clarity, the truth of the matter is that your words are, were, have been, and always will be worthless.

I’ve taken into account everything going through my head at the present moment, and I’ve decided that there’s two ways I could go about this:

I could just sit on it and bottle it up inside, not letting anyone know what I’m going through - a technique you yourself seem to have perfected.

Or I could release it all, write it out, and let my emotions get the best of me.

I think I’ll do the latter.

Funny how I chose the second choice, isn’t it?

How ironic is it that I chose option two, because that’s exactly what I was to you this whole time anyway…

…a backup plan.

I know we both agree on the fact that we had a seesaw friendship, but I know now it’s because things were never even.

I was there for you when you needed me, and you were there too..

…but only when it was convenient for you.

When taken at face value, all the nice messages I saved from you seemed sweet, but deeper analysis makes it all look more artificial than dyed roses.

The only realness that existed was the thorns.

But I’ve dealt with it.

I know it’s naive to think that everything in life is just wine and roses, there’s always a negative side to things - and that especially pertains to friendships.

I’ve learned over the years how to take the good with the bad - which is a lesson you apparently have yet to learn.

I guess we never realized how similar our situation was to a lottery ticket, as we slowly kept scratching everything off until it was all gone, only to be left with proof of a losing investment.

You slow-played this friendship, making me believe in my heart that I had the winning hand, only to find out I was being deceived, misled, and made a fool of the whole time.

Not anymore.

I fold.

As the sun finally sets on us, I can finally see clearly.

Good riddance, ex-friend. I have no more to say.

Goodbye…