Dear Evan,

It’s been nine months since we last spoke.
I’ve changed for the better... I think.
And you’ve changed as well.
But your change is different; I don’t know who you are anymore.
The person I see now is different from who I saw a year ago,
The person I see now doesn’t care about my wellbeing anymore.
The person I see now isn’t you.
The person I see now doesn’t care about the heartache you put me through,
The months of sobbing myself to sleep,
The months of wondering what would be if our schism was healed,
The months of hurting.
The tear in my heart has been filled with salt from your hands,
And you don’t even seem to care.
I loved you?
I think I loved you.
But now, my anger has diluted.
Months ago, a fire would arise in my soul when I spotted you.
But now this fire is conflicted — she wants to rise, but my soul misses you as well.
Isn’t it weird, Evan?
How you hold all of my life’s secrets?
How I hold your life’s secrets?
How we used to talk from sunset to sunrise,
About our fears, our friendship, and our future?
Now you can’t even look me in the eye.
Our friendship is over. I get it.
But I can’t avoid your gaze anymore.
But I can’t run to the other side of the hall to miss your glance anymore.
But your eyes can’t see mine, tear-filled and weary, anymore.
Let me be, and I will do the same.
Goodbye.