{"id":1028,"date":"2010-08-31T20:16:00","date_gmt":"2010-09-01T00:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1028"},"modified":"2010-08-31T20:16:00","modified_gmt":"2010-09-01T00:16:00","slug":"farewell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1028","title":{"rendered":"Farewell…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dear Friend… or someone I thought was my friend… (x3)…<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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What happened?  What did I do?  What happened to the sentiments of “where were  you my whole life?” Or what about the sentiment of “I can read people… and I feel like you are my best friend… I feel like I have loved you forever.”<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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I am not sure what I did.  I really don’t think I did anything.  One day you called me 6-7 times and then all of a sudden…nothing.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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Or after seeing you in a long while and asking if you got me emails and messages … which went ignored… you give me a weird shrug and move on.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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Or suddenly finding money does change ones life… seems to have changed the kind of friends maybe you want.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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So… to all 3 of you… I write… you hurt me.  I realize that ultimately you don’t care… but I was true to you.  I have called you friend and treated  you as I would a friend.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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I am so sad that I meant nothing… that obviously our relationship meant nothing.  I am in disbelief.  <\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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So I am writing this letter.  I wish you a broken ankle, or that you fall into a ditch and get mud on your face and I wish you a broken heart.  Oops… that is my inside voice screaming out on paper.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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I can’t help but wonder what is wrong with me?  It must be me.  How can 3 people that I called friend ditch me… with no words or regrets of our break up?<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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Maybe my idea of friendship is different.  Maybe…  Maybe I was your friendship mistress until someone better came along.  Guess you found them.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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I curse you with rainy days, zits on the middle of your head and nose.  I curse you with running out of gas, a weak bladder and food poisoning and oh… a fly up your nose!<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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So there!<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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Farewell my fair-weather friend.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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ps  I am just kidding about the fly up your nose… I am just hurt and really did love you. <\/span><\/div>\n

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