All good things end eventually, but I wish you would have stayed.

What changed? Or should I say – who changed?
I don’t think I changed. Maybe you think I did. I don’t know why you would think that, because I’m still the same person you used to call your best friend. I’m still the person you used to talk to every time you signed onto msn. I’m still the person you used to spend time with. I’m still the person you used to wave to in the halls.
But to you, I am none of those things.
It was never awkward for us. Even when we weren’t good friends, I never thought talking to you was awkward. Now it is. For the first time in our friendship, I don’t know how to talk to you. I don’t know what will make you upset. Because I don’t know what’s making you upset in the beginning.
You’ve made accusations based on nothing. You think we changed. You think we hate you. You think we hate him.
The only thing he could ever do that would make me hate him is if he hurt you. As far as I can tell he hasn’t. I could be wrong. I haven’t talked to you in a long time.
I don’t hate him though. And I certainly don’t hate you.
“You could punch me in the face, and I wouldn’t be mad at you.”
What happened to that?
What happened to a friendship that would never end.
I miss you so much.
I’m not mad. I’m hurt. I’m so filled with a feeling of abandon.
How can you just forget everything we’ve been through? We were always there for each other.
No matter who was mad at me, or what fight had been happening, I was always sure I had you to fall back on. Now I’m not so sure.
What changed?