RE: Former Friend

You know, we were good friends when I was at Job Corps with you. We told each other everything - about relationships, family issues, school. We supported each other through successes, break ups, freak outs. We even had similar personalities, almost to a T.
But things changed when I left. Yeah, we talked every day. We talked about life, and relationships, and plans for the future. We talked like there wasn't three hundred miles between us. But it was different. There were things we didn't tell each other. Little things at first. Like feelings about each other, our future plans that changed. Family problems.
Then big things weren't shared. Well, one big thing. Feelings you and another "friend" of mine had for each other. And I found out days later. On social media, no less. Like I didn't matter to you anymore, your relationship with him was shared with everyone else before I knew about it. You neglected to tell me anything at all. I felt like I wasn't important anymore, like your relationship was more important than the one person who had your back for everything, who helped you when you needed help (even when you didn't need it), the person who wasn't faking or pretending, who wouldn't flake, the one who was your "Twin". The one person who hadn't hurt you, and would have never thought about it.
And you ignored me, then lied to me, because of a boy. Your reason behind not telling me was that you didn't know how I would feel or how I would react if you told me. When you knew that I would have supported it 110% if I had known how you guys felt about each other from the get-go. The one person who would have your best interests at heart, who would have talked you through all your fights, and who would cheer you on when you guys had good times, you so wisely decided to keep in the dark. Because of a boy.
In all honesty, maybe the end of our friendship was a good thing. If I've said it once while at Job Corps, I said it a million times - everything at that place was, is, and forever will be, temporary. You've heard me say it a time or three yourself. Everyone I befriended weren't really and truly my friends. Everyone there I befriended were just in my life to fill a void that was made when I left everyone I knew at home, and those friends were made out of necessity.
Your friendship was nothing more than me missing my best friends. My four really close friends who know me better than anyone in the world, the four people who could write a complete biography of the past nine years of my life in about six months, if they were to meet up and decide to write it.
You really never knew me. You only knew what I wanted you to know. Which isn't much, to be completely honest. You think you knew everything there is to know about me. In reality? You knew nothing. Nothing at all.
Maybe the way our friendship ended wasn't the best way to have gone about it. Maybe we could have been more mature. Maybe we should have acknowledge that our differences were too great, or the miles were too many. Or that we really weren't friends at all; it was more just a matter of convenience. Maybe we should have just taken some space.
But maybe that wouldn't have been a great way, either. But, in the end, it really doesn't matter. Because we really wouldn't have lasted, anyways. We would have stopped talking by now. And we would have forgotten each other. Life would go on, like it always does, and then our friendship wouldn't matter.
Because that's how life is, frankly. We just wouldn't have made it too much longer.
This is my final goodbye to you. I needed to finally let go, and this is how I needed to do it. Thanks for making me realize that I am my own person, for showing me that I have everyone I need. Thanks for showing me that I have the right friends, and they're everything I could ever ask for. They are my family.
I hope life brings you everything you ask for. I hope your relationship lasts forever, like you want it too. I hope you learn everything you need to.
Have a good one.
Goodbye.