Friend? Or, No Friend?

I used to date this guy. Johnny; he was really amazing (at the time) and he had a lot of cool friends that I enjoyed talking to, but weren’t allowed to talk to because he was a jealous control freak-hence why we broke up. After we broke up (which is code I left him) I established a friendship with all his best friends just too kind of smack him in the face. No, I had no intentions of dating any of them like some might think. And I know it sounds kind of mean, but who hasn’t at least thought about it once?

Well, most the “friendships” fell through, except one. Spencer. I adored him. It was more then just a “smite Johnny” friendship, it was a real one. One of those brother-sister friendships. We talked every night, we aimed, we emailed. He was my best friend. My only friend after Johnny (after we broke up, all my friends traded me in for him-that was a real confidence booster). I started school before him, so, our phone conversations were gonna’ be strained. I still called him every morning before school to say good morning, and he called me every night to say goodnight. We lived through it.

But then, I met Wesley. Well, obviously most could hint Wesley and I started dating, so my time with Spencer was lessened yet again. I promised him I wouldn’t put him “on the back burner” and I didn’t. We still talked. But ONE FAITHFUL DAY he called. I was busy cause’ Wesley was coming over, so I told him I’d call him back later. I forgot, GOD FORBIDE I have a slip of the mind. Ever since, he’s freaked. He won’t answer my calls, won’t reply to my emails. And, I hate that! He wants me out of his life. I want him back in mine. But what am I supposed to do? Why do men have to be so weird? I don’t want to loose one of the best friends I ever had.