If there is one heinous crime one can do unto another, it is to ignore their very existence. I have felt this pain many a time, today being one of them. I write this letter in hopes of sending it to a certain someone one day in the near future.
The Letter
Dear He-Who-Once-Claimed-My-Friendship,
How have you been?
Life treating you well?
...
So. You're not going to say anything, are you?
Well, I'll take this time to explain a little something to you.
Just because you refuse to hear my breath,
see my face,
and recognize my very being in this world
does not make it so.
I have tried,
oh so tried,
to be your faithful friend,
and yet you throw my offers back in my face,
cold with contempt.
Why?
Why do you pretend that I am not here?
Let me clue you in, sir.
You cannot get rid of me simply by pretending I'm not there.
Here I am,
in your face,
in this letter.
So don't presume to tell me
that I am not.
The next time you see me,
I hope you see me.
Sincerely,
A Lost Friend
P.S. I hope you find me one day
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