And I’m not sure if it’s worth trying to save anymore. All we do is fight. You’re so far away, and you have this amazing at life at your new school with your new friends. Why would you need me? I’ll just go. See you next summer.
But I hate that you moved on first. You have more options, and you’re taking them. And I’m fine with that. I’m fine with you rebounding, but the fact that you’re letting it ruin our friendship kills me. Not only have you moved on from our relationship, but you’ve moved on from this friendship. Your texts are few and far between. And when we do talk, all you do is tell me about your new friends. Can’t you see I’m incredibly alone here? Every story you tell me is just another reminder of how many more new friends you’ve made than I have. How I’m failing to adjust to college. How I’m living in the past.
I ended it because you were clingy. I was ready to go to college and meet new people. And you incessantly whined about how I was going to go off to college and make cool new friends and forget all about you. That’s the biggest irony, although it doesn’t surprise me. Even then, I told you that you would be the one who would make friends easily and forgot all about us. It played out exactly the way I expected it to, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
I hope you enjoy your new life, and I hope I’m still here for you when you’re ready to come back. But don’t count on it.