I want you to know how much it hurt to see how much you changed when you moved back. How different you became, you were not the girl I was friends with from middle school. I miss the real Ella, for you are just a shell of her. I want you to know how much it hurt to see you emotionally destroy our friend because you couldn’t decide. But now you’re only home for the summers, currently across the country. Forever I will be grateful for our memories, but I always get bitter when reminded of how you treated me last summer. I know you could care less about me now, but neither could I.