Letters to the Lost Ones: The One With Half-Truths

Dear Lost One,

You entered my life shortly before I started a 4-year adventure with zero expectations and uncertainty. We had a mutual relationship. You needed a shoulder to cry on and I was that for you. And when I wanted to talk to you about the problems of college life, long-distance dating and etc you were that for me.

I would start my drive home on the weekends early so that I could come to surprise you and pick you up from school. I would attend all your family events so that attention was diverted away from you. I horribly sang love songs with your Aunt at thanksgiving and I had the time of my life. We would sneak whole meals into the movie theater. We would drive around at 2 am listening to music because “It just hit differently in the car.” If I’m being completely honest, I only came home for you.

So, when you decide overnight that you did not want to be my friend anymore. Of course, I’d be confused. I asked you what was wrong multiple times and never got a response. After a couple of days, I simply stopped asking and decided to move on with my life.

Then I got the phone call. It honestly sounded like a stereotypical movie break up. You said that it wasn’t me and that it was you. You said that you shouldn’t cling to someone so far away. You said that you needed to make friends back home. You said that you depended on me too much. You said that I acted differently when I came to college despite only knowing me two days before I left. I sat in silence the duration of the phone call and I never got to say anything before you walk so smoothly out of my life. 

So was it you or did you just not like the type of person I was? The type of person I wanted to be? Did my morals, goals, and values not align with yours? I’d like to know the truth. Half-truths are wack. What really ended our friendship? 

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