I Don't Like You

A tale of ruined friendship

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You were my best friend.  Did you know that? I thought you did, I thought you felt the same way.

 

We shared everything, our hopes and reams.  You and I, we were the smart girls, the nerds.  We didn’t mind we were friends.

 

Then you told me you didn’t like me.  You didn’t like me.  Your dad didn’t like me.  Your gran didn’t like me.

 

I was crushed. We were friends, even if you didn’t like me how could you be so cruel?

 

Years later I met you again, I brought it up, what you said to me.  I tried to make it into a joke “hey do you remember that time you turned around and told me you didn’t like me?”

 

You didn’t remember, eventually you suggested drunkenness.

 

I pointed out that we were 9.

 

You changed the subject.

 

I know that it seems silly, it was so many years ago.  We were only children but still, the thought always haunts me.

 

Anytime I befriend someone I am always waiting for the day they turn around and tell me that they don’t like me.

 

Eventually I stopped making friends at all.

 

And now years later as I sit in my comfortable solitude of darkness and sarcasm I have only one more thought for you dear friend.

 

I don’t like you either.

Reviews

[Paza]

Wow...brutal. Very well written. Even children can feel the betrayal of a 'friend' and be affected by it for life.

[Lia]

This is very emotional and honest. Great piece x