Dear Luna,
You came into my class when I was in 8th grade. I showed you around, introduced you to everything in school, and for a while, we were like best friends. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Things started to change when you found new friends. I spent more time with Selina, and you spent more time with your new group. Even when I was at my lowest, you didn’t seem to care. You ignored me and kept focusing on your new friends. I kept trying to save our relationship, but you didn’t.
During the summer holidays, we reconnected. We talked a lot, almost every day, sometimes for hours. We talked about boys, about our traumas, about everything that had ever happened in our lives. Then, just two days before school was about to start again, you told me you were changing classes, something you had known for months.
The first few weeks of school were fine, but then something changed. You started to get attention, you became popular. Suddenly, almost everyone knew who you were, and you stopped talking to me. I remember the day we had planned to hang out to celebrate our birthdays, and you told me to come a few hours later because you wanted to hang out with someone else. I felt hurt and betrayed. I was angry. We fought for days, and I ended up ghosting you.
A few days ago, you finally apologized. I accepted your apology, but deep down, I knew we’d never be the same again. You’ve changed. You’ve become a narcissist, and I can’t ignore that anymore. I don’t hate you, but I am disappointed. I wish things had turned out differently.
Take care
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