I had a dream about you last night. I dreamed that we were roommates, which was weird because we are not even friends. We spent the whole dream avoiding each other and refusing to speak. Near the end of the dream, you asked me a question and it was like a barrier between us just shattered. We looked at each other, each shocked to discover the other wasn’t a monster, and then we smiled. Just like that we were back to old times. It was a nice fantasy, but I’m wildly uninterested in being your friend again. It’s true that I miss your companionship and I miss our conversations, and I miss feeling like we ruled the world. None of that was healthy though. For a long time you were the best friend I had ever had, and you changed me for the better in more ways than one. But when it comes down to the bottom line, we were bad for each other and it is time to move on.
With deep love and gratitude,