I put you in my past. In a little filing cabinet that we all keep in the back corner of our brains, behind the "L" tab. Just one of the many memory files that I wish I didn't have.
You like to refer to me as your best friend. I'm flattered by that, but I wouldn't say we were best friends. Yes, we had good times and memorable conversations, and I was a good friend to you. But I ended up being hurt... I masked the pain. Maybe that's why you think we were best friends.
Do you think you were a good friend to me? Did you ever come visit me? Did you ever choose to spend time with me, rather than HIM? Remember my 25th birthday? Who were you with that night? A good friend, indeed!
I remember the last time I saw you. You said that came to say goodbye to us. I remember watching you two embrace at the end of the driveway. I remember you smiling as he whispered softly in to your ear. I remember swallowing the lump in my chest when I realized that you didn't come by to say goodbye to me.... just him. I just happen'd to live there.
So after years of not pulling your file, you pop back up on the radar with a call outta the blue. You've changed... You're a different person now. I can hear it in your vernacular. A better person, and happy too. I'm glad to see life treating you so well. I'm glad to see that your son is growing into a fine young man. I really am... Say what? You talked to HIM a few days ago? Really? I'll update your file and stick it back behind the "L" tab in a cabinet I call my past, and there you shall remain.
