Dear Bestie,
I’ve never once doubted our friendship. This might sound cheesy, but since the day I met you, I knew you’d make a difference in my life and become someone special for me.
This really was and still is the truth. Through all these years, you’ve been my partner in crime, my other half, and my family. You’ve become my person.
And that is something I could never thank you enough for. During all this time, you’ve done more than anyone has ever done for me – no exaggerating.
However, the thing that showed me I could count on you for as long as I breathe was my heartbreak. The heartbreak I didn’t go through alone, the heartbreak you went through with me, as if it was happening to you.
No, I won’t be talking about the pain I experienced. I won’t be talking about the trauma and scars all of that left on me.
You know why? Because this isn’t about me, it’s about you.
The truth is that I’m not much of a writer, but I just want to say thank you. Thank you for not letting me fight my demons alone and for never abandoning me.
Thank you for putting up with me. For not losing your nerve when I was angry, hysterical, and unbearable. For not losing your patience and for not sending me to hell, even when I deserved it.
Thank you for always listening to me. For always being there, for never telling me that I’m boring you with my endless stories you’ve heard a thousand times, and never being too busy to hear me out.
Thank you for picking up the phone in the middle of the night and showing up at my doorstep every time I needed you. For taking care of me as if I were a child and for never allowing me to leave your sight.
Thank you for being comprehensive and compassionate. For understanding my pain and for not allowing it to eat me alive.
Thank you for not judging me. For not blaming me for the way I was feeling.
For realizing that I needed time to recover. For not thinking I was a lunatic for acting the way I did.
Thank you for holding my hand and wiping all of my tears. For staying with me all those times I was afraid to sleep alone and for living my life instead of me when I wasn’t capable of functioning.
Thank you for sometimes being mean, harsh, and brutal. For taking my rose-tinted sunglasses off and for opening my eyes.
For all those times you made me face the painful truth I refused to accept. For never telling me lies just to make me feel better.
For telling me all the things I didn’t want to hear, only because they were for my own good. For all the times I hated you when I should have been grateful for your honesty.
Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for healing me, because I wouldn’t have made it without you.
However, I also want to tell you that I’m sorry.
Sorry for putting my ex first while we were in a relationship. Sorry for not giving you enough of my love and attention.
Sorry for being blind in all those situations when you tried to tell me he was good for nothing.
For not believing you and your judgments, despite knowing that you always want what’s best for me.
Sorry for being selfish. For not thinking about your needs, while I was in a moment of distress.
For spending all those months in my personal agony, without once asking you how you’ve been. Without understanding that you have a life outside of my friendship and for not wondering if you ever needed me during that time.
I’m sorry for not being the friend you deserve.
I know that I could never repay you for all you’ve done for me. I only hope that you know that I would be lost without you.
I only hope you know that you inspire me, that you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. And I hope you learn from my mistakes, never to repeat them.
