Dear Best Friend,
I’m writing this letter to you because I must tell you something. Something about the way I refer to you. I’m talking about the whole ‘Best Friend’ thingy.
You were not there when I needed help. You were not there when I cried. You were not there when I got hurt. And if you were, you didn’t care too much. But you didn’t hurt me, like the others did. And sometimes, if you were feeling kind enough, you approached by when I was being bullied, and make them go away. Nevertheless, you have never actually cared about me. Did you? You just are a human being who sometimes is annoyed by violence. You didn’t put me aside if I searched comfort in your company. However, neither you asked me how I was doing, or mind about me or my life. I guess you’ve never been my friend, let alone a true one. Yeah, deep in my heart I knew I couldn’t call you a ‘good friend’. Still, you were the best I had, so ‘Best Friend