Perspectives: Draft 2

Part 1

It’s been eight years since I’ve seen this kid. I still remember how we first met. Wow, that was ages ago. This path has really changed over the years. Haven’t been out here since, what, high school? I can’t believe they’re going to clear this place and build town houses. We used to climb these trees in grade school. In junior high, we’d pretend to run away, thought this was the path to the Yukon; we didn’t even know where that was. As we got older, we’d bring our girlfriends out here to make-out; the moon would shine right here, making a path of silver. It was like we were walking to the moon itself. It was our secret spot. And then there was that time that we got plastered, man, we were so drink … hey, there’s that tree that we used to pee on. Looks like its doing well. There’s the spot where we got into a fight… what was it… freshman? no. sophomore year. It was such a dumb reason too. We definitely shared some good times together. Some bad times too, but we promised, no matter what happened, we’d be friends for life.


Part 2

Listen, I appreciate what you’re trying to say. But the reality is, I’ve moved on. Eight years ago, I would have died for you. I did everything for you. You knew we had an exam the next day. You knew how important that exam was for me. But no matter how much I tried, you couldn’t see that. It wasn’t the first time it happened. And I’m sure, I’m sure, it wouldn’t have been the last. Maybe I just don’t understand what friendship is. But isn’t a friendship supposed to work both ways? It seemed like all I was doing was giving and giving. I’d help you study, I’d let you cheat off me, I’d even lend you money, knowing full well that you had no intention of paying me back. I was alright with that. And what do you do to thank me for all my wondrous generosity? You decide that it’s more important to go partying with Diana, knowing full well, mind you, that we had the same final the next day. You knew that I needed this grade to pass. You knew that this was my future. And apparently, I wasn’t important enough. Apparently, all I was worth was one night of partying, one night of vomiting, and one night waiting in the fuckin’ emergency room watching your stomach get pumped. And you had the audacity to come in the next day with your “master plan”. You knew all along that you were just gunna cheat off of me. No wonder you could party. I almost got kicked out of school. Me! You’re the one that should’ve been kicked out of school. This same shit has been going on since high school. And you know what? I was tired of it. I was tired of you. tired of your childish games. Tired of sleepless nights while you were with some girl. Tired of those long nights wondering if were even still alive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the way you were there for me during my Tragedy. But honestly? I hate you. I hated you for years. And the only way, the only way, the only way that I could move on was to tell myself that you weren’t worth it. You weren’t worth any of it. And you think that whatever this change of heart or whatever you’re going through is going to change anything? As if a simple “I’m sorry” is going to give back the years I wasted on you? Fuck you.