“What’s a word for a friendship that will last for 30 years?” The question which seem to be the reason why I call you Rolled Oats. It’s been a year and 2 months since we decided to end things. And no, I don’t want to bother you in any way. Im just writing this letter to let you know of how the random things remind me of you. The cat in the alley which you tagged as batman, the random questions you ask when you’re bored, the songs on the radio to which I could hear you say: “I like this song”, the sound of the most annoying sports commentator, the tune of our favorite song, the memes that went viral, the new coffee shop on town, things as such. 

I went to the beach last week and I realized it’s the first time I went to a roadtrip in our hometown without you. It was fun but in the back of my mind I could hear your laughter roar with the waves as we put the speakers on full blast; our beers clinking to the tranquility of the vastness of the sea. I could imagine how your face light up just by smelling the ocean breeze.

I’m better now, love. I really am. I just hope wherever and whatever you’re doing right now, you’re happy. And I hope this time, you’d learn to sit down with your emotions and let people in. I hope this time around, you’d be happy living the life you choose. I hope you choose yourself and not the noise that surrounds you. It hurts that we have to drift apart but know that I will always treasure you. It hurts because I feel like I lost a best friend. For so long, you have been the first person that I share all my thoughts with. However we have to do this for us to grow and become better versions of ourself. Please know that I will always always care for you. Always. Please take care, my rolled oats.