It has been three years now (this month back in 2006) since I permanently dropped someone from my life whom I once considered to be a dear friend. I did this because he kept lying to me and treating me like complete and total crap. It saddens me that I still miss the many good things about him, such as his laughter, but I know that I did the right thing.
Why does the right thing sometimes hurt so much?
Ah well. I know that I am the only one hurt by it. I felt great friendship towards him, but he certainly never felt any towards me. By both his words and actions he proved that I meant nothing to him at all.
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