A note to self:

Dear BFF,

I think that I will write you a letter. In the kind of backstabbing poetic prose that I usually strike with. But it will be honest, and encapsulate my feelings.
And I hope that in a few days, I will give it to you.
(Along with my graduation speech about us.)
Perhaps my intentions are purely selfish, but I don't think you understand how much it hurts to see you with other people - laughing more, hanging more, talking more, experiencing more life than we do together.
I know you said something about talking to me makes you confront your own problems, and in order to avoid them, you avoid me in turn.
I guess that just makes me easier to replace. Someone who doesn't make you feel good can't possibly be good, right?

I think I still love you.
(Which probably makes this that much more difficult.)

But I'm striving for honesty, and that closure you always get, but I always run from.

Love,
Claire