My friend left today, and I sincerely hope she's doing fine. I know she will.
People just love her, because, I don't even know.
You just meet her, and want to be her friend.
At this point I really wish we were closer, and she would actually tell me about her life when she felt like she needed to, and not when she felt like she had to because she just had these moments in which everything was falling apart for her and she simply wanted to fix everything and get her life straight, and she would apologize for not being in my life, blah blah blah, and when she felt better, things were normal again. I'm not trying to think her problems weren't really that bad, or that when she acted that way it wasn't important. Just that, there was this pattern, and it sometimes annoyed me.

Juanita, I love you, and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't love me any longer, because, after all, we don't know who each other is anymore.
I guess it's better if I say I love what I remember you being, and that I thank you for not giving up back then.
I also want to tell you that, even though the fact that you have so many people that love you, and an incredibly amazing best friend makes me jealous, and makes me hate you, and myself, I'm really glad you have those people, because you deserve them.
And I'm sorry for acting like it was all your fault. It wasn't.
And I'm sorry for thinking your life is perfect. It isn't.
I wish you the best, I hope somehow you don't forget you ever met a girl who hated herself and everyone else around her, but that you still tried to love her no matter what, until you couldn't take it anymore.
I wish you the best, I really do. And I'll never forget what we once had, or tried to have.