Well hello. I haven't seen you in a while. And by "you", I mean a friend. My best friend, in fact. You know who you are. You mean everything to me, but we never talk to each other. If I don't say hello, you won't bother saying anything. I feel so weird standing next to you sometimes, watching you talk to other people and not me. It’s not that I want you all to myself, that's unfair of me to steal you away from everyone else. I'm sure they love seeing you. I know I do.
But things have changed since the last time I saw you. We used to talk every day, say "I love you", and tell each other that we lost the game. Now, I'm lucky if you'll even reply to my text messages, that I sent twenty minutes ago. You still haven't replied. Maybe your busy? That's it, it must be. You have other friends, homework, something, anything, that's keeping you from talking to me. But maybe, just maybe, I'm only telling myself that to keep me from the truth.
The truth is, You don't want to talk to me. I bug you. Yeah, we were friends before, but I've changed. I'm weirder, more spontaneous. You don't like it. I'm sorry you don't like it, I can't help it. But I'll try, I'll try so hard to be what you call "normal", because I really care about what you think and what you want from me…because I love you.
Yeah, I said it.
Three words someone can never take back.
Three words that mean so much to me.
Three words that people don't understand how to say.
Three words that can never be used correctly.
I love you. Sounds nice, huh? But I'm sure you get that a lot, because other people love you too.
As for me, I've always loved you. Maybe not the type of love a newly-wedded couple, but the "you're my best friend, you've always been my best friend, you will always be my best friend" type of love. A love that you know (or at the least hope) will never end, until it does.
And when it's all said and done, and you can feel that the love is gone, you get this sudden feeling that you don't care about anything and the hardest thing to do is wake up in the morning, especially on a Monday, except for me.
I'm crazy, I know. But Monday is the day that I get to see you, my best friend who has been too far away for far too long. I haven't seen you since Friday, and I've missed you terribly. So, Monday's really aren't too bad for me.
Any day is a good day for me, in fact. I love all days of the week. Because without them, would there be anything to look forward to? No. Not at all. Some days, however, make me feel like skipping along to the next day because that day is too boring. Or, is it because on these days, I feel like…a third wheel?
Ding! You are correct. Being a third wheel = Story of my life. Don't get me wrong, I have friends. And when I'm with them, we always generally have a good time. Until someone else joins in, then it's "Oh, hey. I forgot you were here." I don't like it and I'm sure no one does.
But it's always you, my "best friend", who does it the most. Which I don't understand. At all.
It makes me sad, to know that I can so easily be tossed aside while you talk to your other friends, forget me completely, and then twenty minutes when they are gone call me your best friend like nothing has ever happened. But, in all seriousness, I could care less what you say, do, or call me. Because you are MY BEST FRIEND, and really, I love you no matter what you do
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