So I got your friend request on Facebook...

...and it made me really sad.  Sad because we used to be pretty into each other, or so I thought.  We used to talk a lot anyway and had plenty of friends in common, still do I guess.  I helped you during a tough time, not to oblige you but because it was the right thing to do, and also at the moment I was the only one who could do it. I continued to defend you when others talked shit about you, and kept an eye out against those that would exploit you.I bent over backwards trying to keep things on the straight and narrow until circumstances were ready for more, and when that time came I traveled across the continent to meet you.

And you totally bailed.  Your excuse was completely lame given the circumstances and you quickly dropped right off the radar, no doubt in shame or guilt.  I'd seen you pull a fade a few times because you were not at liberty to live openly, and understood the need for it, but I guess some defenses become just too comfortable, too ingrained to drop when they are no longer needed.  Oh, I know you were young and dumb, we've all been there, and I chalk it up to that more than any malice.  I was pretty naive considering, should have seen it coming.

I looked through your pictures and you are beautiful as always, but now every picture just saddens me.  

I do not want to be your friend. I want things to be like I thought they were, but that ship has sailed. I WAS your friend, though apparently you didn't realize it, or didn't appreciate it.

You taught me a lot about appearances and internet friends though, and I suppose I should thank you for that.

I wish you well and I hope you will treat those in you present and future with honesty and openness now that you have the secure freedom to.