Unsent letters 3

I didn't expect to write another "unsent letter" again so soon.

I thought I had done something to upset you. But it turns out that it was not me who was bothering you, but a friend I brought along. And suddenly, instead of just letting me know that, you decided that you just wouldn't see me any more.

And this hurts...because the way I see it, it doesn't really matter to you whether you see me or not, as long as you don't have to see that someone else.

Maybe I've misjudged people again.

Or maybe...people are just inherently selfish and I am foolishly stuck being an optimist in a world where we have to be pessimistic.

I think I would prefer the former.

But didn't you think that you could at least talk to me if there is a problem? Do I seem like I wouldn't care about what you have to say, or how you feel about someone, even if that someone was a friend of mine?

Or did you think that you, yourself were not a friend of mine?

I am weary of this hide-and-seek. I was weary of not understanding, and when someone finally gave me an explanation, I was still weary...of not understanding something else.

But I guess I should be used to it by now. Three unsent letters is proof of that.