It feels like I dreamed it.
I wish when we last saw each other almost two years ago that we had left on better terms. I wish I remembered the last time I kissed you or what it felt like. Then again, it’s probably best that I don’t.
See, I changed who I was for you, mostly because you ultimately changed who I’d become. You changed everything.
We were only kids, that’s what I chalk it up to, but I know that’s a lie. I also know that it was me who decided to write you out of my life and I’m not sure what hurts more…having you in it, or watching you from a far. I’m glad you’re happy with her, even if I disagree with it so much that it ended up being the demise of a flawless friendship.
I miss you everyday and I still hope…someday…