All throughout our lives, we meet people. Lots of them.
And we befriend some of them while struggling to get through our existences.
Some of them stick around forever.
Most ghost out.
This one’s for them.
We might’ve been great friends once.
But somewhere down the road, we got cut off. We stopped hanging out, stopped talking, stopped enquiring.
We changed paths, went our own separate ways. Probably fell apart. It happens.
But know this.
I might’ve tried really hard to get back in touch with you. Maybe you did too.
Maybe you never responded. Maybe I didn’t.
But when I think of us, I think happy memories.
I might’ve been angry with you over something. I might’ve been hurt. You probably would’ve been too.
But growing older (and a little wiser), I would rather associate my memories with you as fond, rather than regretful.
After all, we did spend a couple of good years together- laughing till our stomachs hurt, dancing the night away, sharing secrets, sitting together in comfortable silences, wiping each other’s tears, hugging the pain away.
For the times I couldn’t be there for you.
For the times I failed you as a friend.
For the times I said hurtful things.
For the times I acted irresponsibly.
For all the times you felt alone.
We might’ve grown apart over the years, might’ve forgotten each other’s numbers, but today I promise you this, if you ever need me, you know where to find me and I’ll be there for you.
And I wish you nothing but the best in your life.
I love you.