I miss you.
I can’t tell anyone though.
They think I finally actually believe I’m better off without you. And there was a time that that was true. But when we forgave each other for what we did I thought that I had gotten my best friend back. We used to be simple. There was never any need for “I’m sorry”, we just…knew. You wrote a song for me. And even though there weren’t any lyrics, it didn’t need any. It got your point across. It was beautiful.
I spent every day thinking about you. We ate every meal together, we spent our free time together. There used to be a you and me that everyone knew. It was just us. We were inseparable. The type of best friends some people never find, that was us. One day you told me that before we had that one fight you loved me and you asked if I ever loved you. I told you no. It was honest at the time, but now I realize I lied. Not only to you but to myself. I knew I’d never be with you. And even when you kissed me, I still knew we’d never be together. But none of that matters anymore.
Sometimes when people grow apart we don’t realize, and when we finally do we regret letting them go. Well I can feel you drifting away. I want to stop you and I know that I could. But I don’t. And I don’t know why. If I think I miss you, why don’t I get you back.
I’m trying to accept it. I’m letting you go.
This is goodbye. I’m sorry I didn’t fight.