Look, I know that you’re a guy and I’m a girl, and it’s obvious to me that that’s an issue for you. But gender roles aside, I still truly care about you. I care about you a lot more than that guy whom, much to my dismay, you call your best friend despite the fact that he nearly bullies you sometimes. I think he’s a nice guy overall, but I can’t stand the fact that you think he’s the only person who wants to be around you. Because he’s not!
I know you don’t have many friends, and that makes me sad. Look, when I met you five years ago, you were this obnoxious kid that made jokes all the time and got told off for them. And I was the one who figured that being told off so often must not have been very fun, which is why I didn’t. I humored those stupid jokes. And we teased each other as friends for the rest of the year, but then at random times you would be genuinely nice to me, just out of the blue. And I really did consider you one of my main friends.
Then we were on different campuses for a year. But by the time you were a freshman and I was a sophomore, you weren’t obnoxious anymore. You were just sad and sulky and so obviously lonely, and yet your face lit up whenever you saw me. And I cared about you, and we had lots of good moments that year, but I didn’t give you much thought. Regardless, it bugged me that everyone else only complained how obnoxious you were. You had changed, even by that time. Why didn’t people see that then? Why don’t they see it now, when you’ve come even farther and are basically the most genuine, gentle-souled, kind-hearted person in existence whenever you talk to me? I don’t know why, but it makes me really sad.
As for your sophomore year and my junior year, things were obviously quieter then. I avoided you for about two months after you blocked me on Facebook towards the end of the summer (which also was saddening to me; I promise, if you ever do unblock me, I will never comment on those “comment if you think I’m a good friend” status messages ever again. I truly didn’t mean to embarrass you), but we had one or two nice conversations, and I remember how happy you were when I wished you a happy birthday. But I also remembered you telling someone once that the aforementioned guy was pretty much your best friend. And again, that made me annoyed, especially now that I’ve spent so much time with both of you this year and have seen just how awful he really is to you.
Don’t get me wrong, I do want to be your friend. Very much. But I’m also graduating in four months, so that’s not going to help you that much. Just please, promise me that I won’t be the only person to sign your yearbook this year. I don’t like seeing you so sad all the time; you should smile more often. I just wish you were happier, that’s all.