Hey there,

Remember me? The friend you used to tell everything to. The one who laughed with you until our cheeks hurt, who listened when your nights were heavy, and who stayed when the world seemed too dark to bear. The friend who celebrated your victories, comforted your failures, and cheered for you in ways only someone who truly cared could. Yeah… that friend.

Lately, it feels like I don’t exist in your life the way I once did. Messages left on read. Plans that never materialize. Excuses that feel more like walls than explanations. And it hurts. Not because I expect perfection, but because the bond we shared feels like it’s slowly slipping away, and I can’t figure out why—or even where we stand.

Where you once cheered me on, where you cared what I had to say, about me, my family, and everything that mattered in my world… now it feels like you don’t give a damn. That shift cuts deeper than words can describe, because it’s not just silence—it’s the absence of care, of recognition, of the connection we once had.

I find myself asking, over and over: what do you want from me? From our relationship? Do I still fit into your life, or is this a portion of us that I need to grieve and let go of? The uncertainty is heavy, and it’s exhausting to carry alone. I’m here, still caring, still hoping, but I need to know if that care is wanted—or if it’s one-sided.

Friendships are not always easy. They are messy, complicated, and sometimes painfully one-sided. Setting boundaries doesn’t mean I stopped caring; it means I’ve learned that self-respect is necessary for my emotional well-being. And yet, even with these boundaries in place, I still wonder about you. I still hope for honesty, for clarity, for a chance to understand what has shifted. The laughter we shared once echoed so brightly in my heart, and yet now, silence fills that space, desperate for the touch of connection.

I’m writing this not just for you, but for anyone who has felt the sting of a friendship in flux. To those who’ve been left wondering if they are enough, if their love and presence still matter, I want you to know this: it is okay to seek clarity. It is okay to ask the hard questions. And it is okay to grieve what once was, even as you hold space for what might still be. Life moves forward, and while it sometimes drags the precious memories of friendships along with it, we must also learn to adapt to changes, to new rhythms in our relationships and within ourselves.

So, I ask, one last time: tell me what you want. Tell me where we stand. I don’t seek empty reassurances. I yearn for the truth, even if it stings. If the answer is silence, if the bond we shared no longer has a place in your life, I will grieve it. I will mourn the laughter, the late-night talks, the moments only we understood. I will cherish the memories we created while also accepting that not all stories last forever. And I will eventually learn to carry the memory of us with gratitude, instead of confusion, learning that even endings have their beauty.

But for now, I am still here. Still hoping. Still waiting for honesty. Because friendship, at its heart, deserves nothing less. Each moment we spent laughing, confiding, and supporting one another is woven into who I am. I refuse to let those moments fade away without some acknowledgment. I know that in life, we often have to work through seasons of change devoid of certainty, but I hope for the chance to navigate our friendship together, if that’s still something we both wish for.

Love,

Me