I knew you’d find excuses again. Just sad you wouldn’t make an effort to find one less lame.
I don’t ever want to see you again – in any of my lifetimes. Still, you haunt my dreams. Can you please go fuck off?
(I want to type just that. And manage never to reply to any of your sorry-ass attempts to stay in touch again.)
Whatever happened to us being soulmates?
All those years passed and I kept thinking of you – decades really … I wonder: did I ever cross your mind?
I miss you dearly. But our friendship got too much for me to maintain. I’m so sorry.
I still keep your number in my phone. Even though you’ve left so long ago. Seeing your name reassures me you were here.