I cannot imagine not being your friend. You’re such a part of my life that you’re a part of who I am.
But damn it, you make me angry. Friends are supposed to call each other. To update each other on whatever is going on in their life — good or bad. I know it’s your way to withdraw when times are bad, but four months of radio silence makes me feel worth less. And if this goes on much longer, the space between those two words may disappear and then I will feel worthless.
I’d like to think I could help. Or at least just be there for you as a constant in your life. And truthfully, these past few months haven’t been great for me either. I could have used a few minutes of your voice over the phone.
Please call me. Because I can’t call you any more. I don’t feel ready to take a stand and get in a fight, so I’m just going to wait. And if you never call, I guess I’ll know I was right about both of us.
(i miss you)