For obvious reasons, I’ll never tell the person that this is addressed to all of these things, but as I was driving home tonight, I had a line of a song stuck in my head: You called me a bad-weather friend / and I think that I know what you meant. I got to thinking about a person I know and how up until now I’ve denied that this person is the person they are. So I’m writing you a letter, even though you’ll probably never be willing to understand.
For a very long time, I kept you very near and dear to my heart. I know, I’m dramatic, but it doesn’t matter, you were important to me. Recently, something has occurred to me: maybe I’m just not as important to you. And you know what? That’s okay. Believe it or not, I’m going to be okay. I’m beginning to realize that I hear from you when to you, things are falling apart. I know, you’re a bit dramatic. Maybe that’s what made our friendship work for so long. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re a bad-weather friend. You are. So I’m not going to try anymore. When you decide there’s room in your life for me, I’ll be around. If that never happens, I’ll be okay.