To My Dearest Friend,
It’s not that I‘m not happy for you and your new love. It’s not that I’m jealous of you and your developing family. It’s that I’m fucking irritated that we haven’t spoken in while.
My dear friend, my dear estranged friend, I know love is patient and kind and shit, but it’s not cool when weeks of phone calls go unanswered. Gone are the times where we would laugh, be happy, and talk about our realities.
My dearest estranged friend, you’ve isolated yourself and I hella feel some kinda way. Maybe I’ve been a bit co-dependent but you were my ace, my partner in crime, my prayer warrior and my personal cheerleader. And I hope that I was something like that to you too. Now I just feel iced out.
What I’m saying is that I’m hella in my feelings because you are my best friend. I miss you. You are my ace, my partner in crime, my prayer warrior, encourager, and personal cheerleader.
Where are you? I can take ghosting from these fake ass jigga-boos, but not you. I’m hella mad. I hella miss you. With my thoughts, love and prayers to the Universe, I will fight for you. For your emotional health and safety. For you to receive the healthy family you so deservingly desire. And for you to not fucking neglect me.
To My Dearest Friend, I’m sending peace, love and blessings straight to you.
To my readers, have you ever felt ghosted (aka neglected/ignored) from a close friend? Share with me your thoughts, feelings, experiences.