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Dear girl,
I don't care if I've been taken off your lists or not. I really, honestly, and truly don't. I don't care if you write me out of your life. I care that my memories will be tarnished slightly, but I'll manage to go on. I won't get hung up over not being able to talk to you.
Friendships are supposed to be stronger than this. You're not a person if you can leave a friendship of four years behind because of an opinion. If that's the case, if that was considered acceptable, you and I would have lost our friendship in grade 7 and in grade 8 for our different views on suicide and depression, and on the war.
I have listened to you complain about people's choices for four years, and when you made that choice and were all excited about it, you have no idea how much it hurt and how frustrated I was, how jelous I was, and how you BRAGGING about it made me feel. I may say that I'm interested in making that choice, and as I've said before, I'll never do it. I'm not that way. You've called him a player, so what makes you think you aren't being played?
I'm sorry I was mistrusting of your boyfriend - he's probably sort-of okay, but, hey, I'm not here to find out. I've listened to you complain about all of my boyfriends for FOUR years. I actually tried to dump a boy I've dated for almost two years strictly because of something you said. It's the role of the best friend to be doubting of the men in the other's life, but maybe I went too far. I don't regret it. We just weren't meant to be friends.
I just don't care anymore. I really don't. Have a nice life. Give me a call when you're thirty-two and going through your first divorce.
From, your 'ex'

Dear Whitney,

I love you. I have since the day I met you, and regardless of the fact that we are not now together, and will never again be together, I will always love you. I've tried to seal myself off from you to get over you, and also so that you cannot cause me any more pain, actively. But you haunt me, and I find myself sneaking around my ignore's that I've set so that I can secretly watch your goings-on. Since the first day that I met you, all I wanted from you was to be your everything, and I was, but not for long. And it hurt, and I think I was entirely justified with all the clingy and jealous feelings I had. You changed, and you pretended you didn't change, and that I was just a clingy piece of drama. You are so self-centered; the drama is all yours.

Mostly yours, anyhow.

I fell in love with Mario while I was still with you, because I can accept that I am one of those people who can fall in love with two people at once. You didn't seem to want me anymore, and I was coming to a time in my life where I'd have to make a very large "where do I go from here" sort of decision. ANd I chose him, and so moved to Florida with him. But my love for you still held to me. SO I didn't tell you about him. Because I knew you'd hate me, and I wanted you to at the very least not hate me. So I kept it a secret from you, and now that you know about Mario, you think that I kept it from you because I expected us to get back together, and that I was lying and cheating on you both. You told me I was a pathalogical liar. You told me anything you could pull out of your cold, dead heart, because you knew that I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you, and you wanted to hurt me as much as you could. You lie to others about yourself, and get worse when we call you on it.

Well here's something- I love you, but I'm better off without you in my life, ignoring me, not giving me the attention I need from the one I love, and without you eating away at my self-esteem. And guess what? Mario and I got married yesterday, and he loves me, and I'll have a family with him, and you'll end up alone, and I'll still love you, even on the day I die. But you won't care, or understand.