Message to not so friendy friend

There are a lot of things I hate about you, or at least dislike about you.
I used to see you a lot, and get annoyed with you’re unsocial attitude, your sarcasm and harshness that in some cases would have even been to much for Hans Teeuwen to handle.
I’d get annoyed bye it, but it also rubbed off on me, at least bits of it.

Nowadays, I don’t talk to you that often, I see you even less and guess what?? I don’t really like that.
At one point you were part of the family, at one point you were my parents third child, almost. At one point my parents actually didn’t feed you because they thought you weren’t getting fed at your own house, but because you were family and family members are supposed to leave our house sickeningly stuffed. You leaving the house sickeningly stuffed hasn’t happened yet, but that’s just because you’ve got a crazy appetite. Hell, you eat more then my brother does. But lets make one thing clear, it at least wasn’t because of our lack of food but our lack of time that kept you from leaving completely stuffed.

I miss that.
I miss you leaving almost stuffed. I miss you, my brother and me making music every other Sunday. I miss us play fighting. I miss ordering Chinese from the funny woman on the other side of the telephone line who could never say your street name correctly, when the three of us were at your place.
Our relationship with you has reduced to us watching you sipping on your Malibu at birthday parties and worrying whether you’ve almost had enough…

Yesterday I got home, my head was feeling like a truck drove over it. Migraine. I got home, kissed my parents goodnight and went to bed. And this evening, this evening that I was in pretty mind-blowing pains, literally, I dreamt of you.
I dreamt that I was cleaning my room, and my brother came bye. I heard him shouting from downstairs saying he had a surprise for me. I opened my bedroom door and heard what I thought was your voice. And then you came walking up the stairs and said ‘hello there’. And honestly I was quite happy to see you. You gave me a hug and actually asked how I was doing.

Now I know that could only happen in a dream world. You being the sarcastic, somewhat sceptic, not sociable , but in some ways funny and likeable sorry excuse for a friend that you are. But it would be nice for you to show your face sometimes.

I know your not like that, I know it’s not that you don’t want to be but you’re just not. I know that you don’t try to forget to call me or my mom or my brother, you simply don’t remember. Your just not so thoughtful when it comes down to it.

Nevertheless, it would be nice.