I guess I tried everything. I tried calling you, texting you, e-mailing you… and you never bother responding. Not once. As if the last twelve years meant nothing to you, as if I meant nothing to you. Still, I didn't give up on you. A part of me hoped you just needed time. That one day you would come up to my apartment with a coffee and I would get my best friend back.
But you never showed up, and it killed me. Every day I would go home and hope to find you on my doorstep. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't kill that hope. Because it was you, because I trusted you more than I ever trusted anyone else… because I foolishly though I meant something to you.
It's been almost three years Elliot. And I'm tired of waiting.
I get that you don't want anything to do with me anymore. I received that message loud and clear. But I still need some sort of closure, because you meant something to me.
So… I guess this is my goodbye. It's me telling you I won't look over my shoulder expecting to see you anymore, I won't hold my breath every time I hear a laugh similar to yours, I won't hope for you when a perp hold me at gun point and I will stop taking you as a prototype metre bar for every men in my life.
I hope you're happy. And I hope it was worth it.
Olivia
