To the most inconsiderate asshole of a friend, I’m writing you this letter because I know that if I say what I have to say to your face I will probably punch you.
I don’t know you anymore.
I don’t see you anymore.
All I get is a quick text or a rushed e-mail from you every few days. I
know you are busy and I know you have Bethany, but hello? I’m supposed
to be your best friend.
You have no idea what this summer has been like. Ever since we were kids
we pushed away every single person that could possibly have been our
friend. We blocked people until there was only me and you. You probably
haven’t noticed, because you have never been in the position I am in
You have always had someone. You always had me. I always had you. Now you have Bethany and I have no one.
Anyway I’m not moaning on about how much I hate her, I’m just trying to
tell you that I miss you. And that well . . . I’m lonely.
Whenever you cancel nights out I end up staying home with Mum and Dad
watching TV. It’s so depressing. This was supposed to be our summer of
fun. What happened? Can’t you be friends with two people at once?
I know you have found someone who is extra special, and I know you both
have a special “bond,” or whatever, that you and I will never have. But
we have another bond, we’re best friends. Or does the best friend bond
disappear as soon as you meet somebody else? Maybe it does, maybe I just
don’t understand that because I haven’t met that “somebody special.”
I’m not in any hurry to, either. I liked things the way they were.
So maybe Bethany is now your best friend and I have been relegated to
just being your “friend.” At least be that to me, Alex. In a few years
time if my name ever comes up you will probably say, “Rosie, now there’s
a name I haven’t heard in years. We used to be best friends. I wonder
what she’s doing now; I haven’t seen or thought of her in years!” You
will sound like my mum and dad when they have dinner parties with
friends and talk about old times.
They always mention people I’ve never even heard of when they’re talking
about some of the most important days of their lives. Yet where are
those people now? How could someone who was your bridesmaid 20 years ago
not even be someone who you are on talking terms with now? Or in Dad’s
case, how could he not know where his own best friend from college
lives? He studied with the man for five years!
Anyway, my point is (I know, I know, there is one), I don’t want to be
one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so
special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague
face and a distant memory. I want us to be best friends forever, Alex.
I’m happy you’re happy, really I am, but I feel like I’ve been left behind.
Maybe our time has come and gone. Maybe your time is now meant to be
spent with Bethany. And if that’s the case I won’t bother sending you
this letter. And if I’m not sending this letter then what am I doing
still writing it?
Life is funny isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured
out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about
something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the
paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is
suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose
your way, to lose direction.
And that’s with following all the signposts.
I always give up, Alex. What have I ever had to do in my life that
really needed to be done? I always had a choice, and I always took the
easy way out— we always took the easy way out. At our age the burden of
double maths on a Monday morning and finding a spot the size of Pluto on
my nose was as complicated as it ever got for me.
“At first we had so much to catch up on we were talking a hundred words a
second, barely even listening to the ends of one another's sentences
before moving onto the next. And there was laughing. Lots of laughing.
Then the laughing stopped and there was this silence. What the hell was
It was like the world stopped turning in that instant. Like everyone
around us was wiped out. Like everything at home was forgotten about. It
was like those few minutes on this world were created just for us and
all we could do was look at each other. It was like he was seeing my
face for the very first time. He looked confused but kind of amused.
Exactly how I felt. Because I was sitting on the grass with my best
friend Alex, and that was my best friend Alex’s face and nose and eyes
and lips but they seemed different. So who was this man that was sending
my heart into a frenzy? So I kissed him. I seized the moment and I
I got the oddest feeling when you turned your back to me to walk down
the aisle with Greg. It was a pang of jealousy. Is that normal? Did you
get that feeling on my wedding day, or am I going completely crazy? I
just kept thinking over and over in my head, “Everything is going to
change now, everything is going to change.” Greg is the man for you, now
he gets to hear all your secrets, and where does that leave me? It was a
weird feeling, Rosie, one that eventually passed but one that was
present all the same.
is you, Rosie. The little girl with the raven-colored hair and pale
skin is the girl I used to go to school with. It was amazing. Even
talking to her I felt like young Alex again. Toby kept a watchful eye
over me though; I think he was afraid I would steal his friend away. I
felt like I was keeping a watchful eye over him too, because he was
stealing my friend away. I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t
Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay
measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a
quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back
to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your
time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those
seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and decades were
being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you
could change anything, would you?
Everything is spinning around us, jobs, family, friends, lovers . . .
you just feel like screaming “STOP!” looking around, rearranging the
order of a few things, and then continuing on . . . It was just a
thought. I know you’re having a really difficult time right now. Please
know that I’m always here for you.
returning to Boston tomorrow but before I go I wanted to write this
letter to you. All the thoughts and feelings that have been bubbling up
inside me are finally overflowing into this pen and I’m leaving this
letter for you so that you don’t feel that I’m putting you under any
great pressure. I understand that you will need to take your time trying
to decide on what I am about to say.
I no what’s going on, Rosie; you’re my best friend and I can see the
sadness in your eyes. I no that Greg isn’t away working for the weekend.
You never could lie to me; you were always terrible at it. Don’t
pretend that everything is perfect because I see what’s going on. I see
that Greg is a selfish man who has absolutely no idea just how lucky he
is and it makes me sick.
He is the luckiest man in the world to have you, Rosie, but he doesn’t
deserve you and you deserve far better. You deserve someone who loves
you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you
constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering
what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You
need someone who can help you reach your dreams and who can protect you
from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love
every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone
who can make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy. Someone who
should have taken the chance to be with you years ago instead of getting
scared and being too afraid to try.am not scared anymore Rosie. I am
not afraid to try.
no what that feeling was at your wedding—it was jealousy. My heart
broke when I saw the woman I love turning away from me to walk down the
aisle with another man, another man she planned to spend the rest of her
life with. It was like a prison sentence for me. Years ahead without me
being able to tell you how I feel or hold you how I wanted to.
Twice we stood beside each other at the altar, Rosie. Twice. And twice
we got it wrong. I needed you to be there for my wedding day but I was
too stupid to see that I needed you to be the reason for my wedding day.
But we got it all wrong.
I should never have let your lips leave mine all those years ago in Boston.
I should never have pulled away. I should never have panicked. I should
never have wasted all those years without you. Give me a chance to make
them up to you. I love you, Rosie, and I want to be with you and Katie
Please think about it. Don’t waste your time on Greg, this is our
opportunity. Let’s stop being afraid and take the chance. I promise I’ll
make you happy.
All my love,
Whoever thought those childhood dreams of running a hotel weren’t quite
beyond my grasp after all? It’s funny because when you’re a child, you
believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go.
There’s no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you
believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow
older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the
reality of life gets in the way and you’re hit by the realization that
you can’t be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a
little bit less.
But what I didn’t know was that within a few hours all those plans would
change. Ms. Know-it-all didn’t quite know it all so much then.”
Rosie: Well believe me Alex, there are certain kinds of silences that make you walk on air.
Alex: That, I no.
Dunne I love you with all my heart, I have always loved you even when I
was seven years old and lied about falling asleep on Santa watch, when I
was ten years old and didn’t invite you to my birthday party, when I
was eighteen and had to move away, even on my wedding days, on your
wedding day, on christenings, birthdays, and when we fought. I loved you
through it all. Make me the happiest man on this earth by being with
(copy from: p-i-quot e-book)