Forget that we were friends

Summary

The text reflects on the frustration and nostalgia of unreciprocated communication in a faltering friendship.

Abstract

The author expresses exhaustion from reaching out through various means—messages, phone calls, and letters—without receiving a response. Despite the ease of communication, the lack of reciprocity leads to questioning the nature of the relationship and whether love and friendship should be unconditional. The author ponders if it's time to accept the end of the friendship and move on, despite the good times they remember sharing with the estranged friend.

Opinions

The author feels that even minimal effort in response, such as sending emojis, would be meaningful and acknowledges the simplicity of sending messages.
There is a sense of hurt and confusion over the lack of communication from the friend, especially after the author's own efforts to reach out.
The author questions whether expecting any form of response is unreasonable, given the notion that love should be unconditional.
Memories of past deep conversations contrast sharply with the current silence, leading to doubt about the authenticity of those memories.
The act of writing heartfelt letters is seen as an anachronism, possibly implying that such personal gestures are no longer valued or effective in maintaining the friendship.
The author contemplates the possibility that the ease of modern communication may contribute to the disposability of relationships, and wonders if they should reconcile with the idea that this convenience can lead to the end of meaningful connections.

Forget that we were friends

I’m tired of sending messages It’s as easy as it gets, I’ll even take lazy emojis That’s more than I expect.

A reply can’t be that difficult So what really prevents, You sending something back To all the messages I’ve sent?

If you sent one unsolicited Something out of the blue Being the fool I am, I guess, I’d come right back to you.

And why be any different, Isn’t love unconditional? Am I too harsh to expect Anything back from you?

I’m tired of making phone calls The calls that cannot be taken, I remember the nights we talked for hours Or is my memory mistaken?

I’m done with writing letters Heartfelt anachronism, Do they make you smile anymore Or just incite derision?

Should I just move along, Forget that we were friends, Accept the ease we’ve been afforded Brings good things to an end?