#055: I see.

So, are we over? I would really appreciate an answer, because a cold war over Facebook (really, there was no better medium to fight over?) is not going to solve anything. I'm not hurting you any more than you're hurting me. If we're over, I'm going to turn right around and walk away. I'm not going to stay around and waste my time. I'm busy enough as it is. And after five years of friendship. Five years, technically seven.

You were there for me when I needed you. Remember how X asked Y to X in front of me? You were the first person by my side to defend me. Remember grad party, when you sat next to X, and you were the first to ask me if it was okay? I really, really appreciate all of those things, and every time you were there, I counted my blessings and learned to love you even more. I tried my best to be there for you when you needed me. But you were so strong, I didn't think you liked to rely on others. But I stood by, hoping one day when you did need the support, I could return all the favors you did for me.

But now I know you are never going to need me to lean on. You never have. And if you ever did, you never asked for it or showed anything, so I never knew. I think I never will.

You are such a different person around different people. Sometimes I don't know you. I don't know if what you say is genuine or not. Who are you? And now, you are even more of a stranger to me. Where did we go wrong?

So, it's time for me to walk away. Time for me to take down the wind chime and put it away in my closet. Time for me to untag Facebook photos and change captions. It's a shame. I'm not going to walk away without regrets, but I am going to walk away all the same. In a year or two we are not going to know each other anymore. I hope you're happy. This is the reason I don't miss home. Too many memories I want to erase. If you read this and you cry, then I am reading over what I wrote and crying too.