Venting about... losing my best friend.

'If you love someone, let them go.
If they come back, they're yours.
If they don't, they never were.< /3'
I'm waiting, but I'm beginning to think we're
best without each other, even though you've been
there for 8 1/2 years. Those were the best years of my life,
but you've changed, and you're not yourself anymore.
A part of me wants to take you back, but I've realized something.
You're just going to continue to do the stuff you shrug off as nothing.
And quite frankly, you don't listen to anyone. And no, you don't
have to, but obviously, you're not doing well
by yourself.
And I'm starting to think your brother was right.
You have been manipulating me.
With everything.
I don't feel like a friend anymore.
I feel like an item that you just use and then get
bored with. And then you put me aside.
And leave me.
But I'm done.
I'm done with everything.
I just...
I miss the old you.
I hope I get to see the you that I've missed.

Sincerely,
Allie.