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Hi, Bye, How are you Friends?

September 1, 2016

Recently, I have learned what it means to let go of people who you don't necessarily want to but I have had to.

How I said that there are best friends worth the heart break? It's sad to see someone who was my best friend become someone I don't even want to see. I have realized how incredibly hard it is to watch someone chose someone else over you. Then, they continue to act as if nothing is wrong or nothing ever happened. This was the point when he became a hi, bye, how are you friend.

I can't keep emotionally investing in him when I know that he doesn't return the investment. It is so incredibly difficult to watch him make that investment in someone else. However, for my own emotional stability I had to let him go.

If you love something set it free, right? So I love him and I have to let him go. Do I want to, no. Do I need to, yes. For now, I avoid him because it hurts too much to see him.

Someday it won't hurt. Someday I will find someone. Waiting for someday isn't easy but necessary. Necessary is important to my own sanity. Making my best friend a hi, bye, how are you friend was necessary.

When I see him I will ask, "Hi, how are you?" Wait patiently to hear his reply and then continue on as though we're nothing more.

Who are the hi, bye, how are you friends in your life?

xoxo,
Em

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