A letter to a “friend”:
It was not many years ago when I first met you. You said, “Hi.” And I said, “Hey.” Can we be friends, and I said, “Kay.” You were very nice and you haven’t said anything rude to me.
By 7th Grade we got closer. Unlike before, we had fun, together. You laugh, I laugh and we just laugh every time when you make fun of our dear old teachers and do random stuff. I started seeing your dark side, though. I was not quite surprised since everyone has a dark side – and I was quite okay with it.
By the next following Grade, we got even closer. I’d say this was the school year I have felt I have known you the most – the school year I have felt the closest to you. I have not seen more of your dark side, but more of your bright side. I think you were getting better as the school year ended but good things are not supposed to last, eh?
I was quite happy we were at the same class again because I believed our thing called “Friendship” would have a great chance of staying strong and even stronger.
But expectations always lead to disappointments, as they say. There was one time where you actually were my seatmate. I need to fix a project which is due to that day. You were the first thing that came up on my mind sot I thought you were going to help me.
As the first class ended, I immediately called your name but I thought you didn’t hear me. I called you again, in a louder voice – that I think everyone could hear me. Plus, I held your hand so you could notice me asking for help. After minutes of asking for your help, I got nothing, literally nothing. You didn’t even look at me, or signaled a hand or something. You just took your hand off and walked away, like I’m just some stranger on the streets.
I really got devastated at that time. I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t even think this would happen. But I did not shed a tear, asking why would I shed a tear over someone who does not even care for me?
I stopped talking to you for weeks, waiting for something to happen. But to the old man’s surprise, nothing did happen. I then realized you were not a friend after all. You were not even a friend on the first place. I felt that you just used me and it makes me feel bad. I just realize I was just one of your “victims”, as I was not the only one who was fooled by you.
Months came and there you again. “Hello,” you said. I only smiled and I even barely looked at you. “So it’s been a long time since we haven’t talked,” you said. I only nodded and walked away.
As I have caught a glimpse of your face you just seemed like nothing happen. You were not even aware I was upset. Oh, right, because you were a “friend”! You’re a great, caring and thoughtful “friend”.
Stupid Marre, stupid self, how can I let myself fall into this foolishness? Why did I let myself tamed by the cage of foolishness?
Anyways, if you’re reading this, I just want you to know I have learned a lot. Sure, I’ll miss those “sweet memories”, “funny talks” and everything that was kind of nice, and I will not regret them either. But let the sands of time bury them, dear. Good luck with College and God Bless, friend, if you have ever considered me one.
- Marre -