Well, it finally happened: I just ended a friendship after seven years. For the most part, it was a wonderful relationship, but it has turned sour over the last couple of months. Of course, I'm talking about my former best friend in Charlotte, Teddy. Lately, he's been acting like an idiot, and that's why I had to cut him loose. Obviously, he's not fit to be my friend anymore, and the last thing we did was send each other hateful bulletins over MySpace. Since then, I have deleted him from my Friends List, and I've sent another bulletin, this time to ask my remaining friends for forgiveness, because that's one thing that God believes in. Real friends do not act like this, and because of the way Teddy acted, I had to let him go. I'm really not going to miss him, because in recent years, we never got to see each other as much as we once did. We both got our own MySpace accounts, and we sent each other bulletins, emails and comments back and forth from the Windy City to the Queen City. So why, you may ask, did our friendship have to end the way it did? Well, here's the replay:

STRIKE ONE--In August, I received a nice birthday wish from Teddy, and I liked it so much that I agreed to do the same for his own birthday. And since I would be in North Carolina all week anyway, I decided to swing by Charlotte to see him. First, I had to help my cousin Natasha set up her college dorm in Greensboro, so I was busy doing that. I finally left Greensboro for Charlotte in anticipation of our meeting, but it never took place. I sent him an angry message telling him what an idiot he was. Later, I begged him for an apology, and he took me back, on the promise that he'd work on improving himself.

STRIKE TWO--Earlier this week, I blew up and called Teddy an idiot again. When he told me that he got into a terrible fight with his friends, I just lost it, and fired back with another angry email. I told him that he was down to his last chance, but did he listen? No...

STRIKE THREE--Just today, the friendship finally struck out. After exchanging a series of angry, profanity-laced messages with each other, we finally realized that we had to go our own separate ways. This confirmed something that I had been thinking all along: I never liked him anyway, but he assured me that he was actually a very nice guy, so I agreed to become his friend. As the years went by, we became the best of friends, and when we left Baltimore, we made a promise to each other that we would see each other again someday. Now that's gone, and I really don't miss him that much. Both of us are fine with the situation, because he has his own set of friends, and I have mine. I actually regret making him feel crappy during his first semester in college, but he really deserves to have the friends he has now, because they're good people. Not that I would want to be friends with them, because I don't, but they're a far better fit for him than I ever was.

In closing, I wish Teddy the best as he moves forward in his college years, but once again, I'm sorry that our friendship had to end like this, especially considering the fact that we had been friends for seven years. Not only was he my first friend when I moved to Baltimore, he showed me around the city, and I was grateful to him for that. But it has all come to an unfortunate, terrible end, and I've never felt this bad in my life. There's an upside to this, as I'm adding new friends to MySpace, who are actually my old high school classmates. In due time, I will get reacquainted with them and check on their profiles to see what's up with them since we graduated ten years ago. Once again, I'm sorry that my other friends had to see the end of an otherwise great friendship, but I hope they find it in their hearts to forgive me for this. I really do.