"When two people like each other, they try"

You can't say I didn't try. We've known each other four years and started out hating each other. By the end of senior year, we were almost inseparable. Obviously some trying had to go into that.

You are not disposable. You are one of the best friends I have ever had. You always listened when I needed to talk, you always gave advice when I asked. But I felt like you needed me to be weak for you. The moment I stood up on my own, you shot me down and claimed I was making assumptions about you. That combined with the fact that I could never help you with anything going on in your life. I could comment, but only if you stooped low enough to tell me what was going on, and only if I agreed with you.

One fight would not normally be enough to end it. We've had disagreements before and it hasn't done anything. It was the subject, the way you responded to MY stating my opinion and the messages afterward that--from my point of view--had an overtone of "I don't care anymore." It was a series of things, followed by a series of revelations, followed by a series of conclusions, followed by a series of actions.

I couldn't tell you sooner because I didn't even realize it. Long story short, if you thought this friendship was worth saving, if you saw me as anything more than a car-ride to get to a swing set, you would have done something more to try to save it. I apologize for any accusations that are going into this last paragraph of explanation, but this is what I'm seeing. And why I'm even bothering to explain this to you, I don't know. I guess I still haven't completely given up on the hope that you would try, just this once, try for me.

I'm sorry it had to end like this, but if this is how it has to be, I guess this is it. The truth is, you aren't anywhere near disposable to me. I was just hoping, stupidly hoping, as the typical idealistic romantic would, that maybe I was worth enough to you that you would fight it. That you would stoop down to my level and try. But I guess I was wrong. And now we are both reminded of why the idealistic romantic is also, always a pessimist.