This letter will finally solve the problems we had with each other because this time I'll finally get the last word. It could all be over if I would have just said "Oh well, your loss." But no. I had to keep thinking and this is where I ended up.

I knew we'd be friends for a long time the first time we met. I could see it in your face, your eyes, we went together so well. And we did, you just never knew it. We were best friends, but you never saw it, not once.

How many times did you call me in a night, Seth? Do you remember? Maybe you can't count that high, and it's probably because you never paid attention to anything else but me in our classes. You liked me, it was so obvious. Why didn't you own up? Was it because of her? You knew you never had a snowball's chance in hell with her. But instead of talking to her you chose to call me.

You wanted to bitch and moan about how bad your life was. I listened, and tried to help, but you didn't want my help, you wanted my company. Then, one evening you decided to ask who I liked. I liked you, you knew that from the start. I wasn't shy about telling you either. You made me cry. You were just so sweet you made my jaw hurt, and then I cried. I never cry, Seth, you know that, but this was special, because for one time in our friendship, you listened to me.

Things got better from there on. We talked more and more, you listened more. You liked me too, but something was keeping you from telling me. Fear, fear of being committed, of having someone that really liked you? I'll never know, but everyone else knew.

What I'm getting at Seth, is "why?" I never did anything to you. And somehow, you managed to concoct a reason to never speak to me again. That's okay, I forgive you. I know I'm better than you, and I know why all my friends said to give up, and now I know why you stopped talking to me. Well, dear, you're not better than me. I am better than you by miles, and so are my friends. We don't need you, especially me, I do not need you. You could never even hold my hat.

I've moved now, far away. I'll never hear from you again, unless you feel the urge to get up off of your lazy ass and check your e-mail. Someday, at a reunion of some sort we'll meet up, and you'll laugh and say, "Oh, Cari, you know I never wanted things to end up this way," and I'll laugh with you and walk away never to speak to you again. And thank God for that, because if I would speak to you again those words would be, "Oh well, your loss," and you'd know how it felt to be me.

-Cari