Dear best friend,
I never doubted our friendship. It may sound cheesy, but from the day I met you, I knew you would make a difference in my life and that you would become someone special to me.
It was and still is the truth. During all these years, you have been my accomplice, my other half and my family. You have become my person.
And it’s something I can’t thank you enough for. All this time, you have done more than anyone has ever done for me – without any exaggeration.
But what showed me that I could count on you as long as I was alive was my heartache.
The heartache that I did not experience alone, the heartache that you went through with me, as if it happened to you.
No, I will not talk about the pain I felt. I will not talk about the trauma and the scars remained.
You know why ? Because here it is not about me, but about you.
The truth is, I’m not a great writer, but I just want to thank you. Please never let me fight my demons on my own and never give up on me.
Thank you for supporting me. Not to have lost your temper when I was angry, hysterical and unbearable.
Not to have lost patience and not to have sent me for a walk, even when I deserved it.
Thank you for always listening to me. To have always been there, never to have told me that I bore you with my endless stories that you had heard thousands of times, and never to have been too busy to listen to me.
Thank you for picking up the phone in the middle of the night and for coming to my door whenever I needed you.
Thank you for taking care of me as if I were a child and for never having looked away from me.
Thank you for being understanding and compassionate. To have understood my pain and not to have let it eat me raw.
Thanks for not judging me. For not blaming me for what I felt.
For realizing that I needed time to recover. For not having thought that I was mad to have acted like that.
Thank you for holding my hand and wiping away all my tears. For staying with me all those times when I was afraid of sleeping alone and for living my life in my place when I was unable to function.
Thank you for being mean, harsh and brutal at times, and for opening my eyes.
For all those times when you made me face the painful truth that I refused to accept. Never lying to me just to make me feel better.
For telling me everything I didn’t want to hear, only because it was for my own good. For all the times I hated you when I should have been grateful for your honesty.
Thank you for never leaving me. Thank you for curing me, because I wouldn’t have been able to do without you.
However, I also want to tell you that I’m sorry.
Sorry for putting my ex first while we were together. Sorry for not giving you enough of my love and attention.
Sorry to be blind in all these situations where you tried to tell me that he was good for nothing.
Not to have believed you and your judgments, even if you always know what is best for me.
Sorry for being selfish. For not having thought of your needs, when I was in a moment of distress.
For having spent all these months in my personal agony, without asking you once how you were.
Without understanding that you have a life outside of my friendship and never having asked yourself if you needed me during this time.
I’m sorry I’m not the friend you deserve.
I know I could never thank you for all that you have done for me. I only hope you know I would be lost without you.
I only hope that you know that you inspire me, that you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. And I hope that you will learn from my mistakes, without ever repeating them.