I ask myself everyday; “If you were to ask to get back together, what would I say?”
And the answer is never no.
As much as I know that you’re wrong for me, and that we’re better off this way, and that any happiness brought by staying together will only be overshadowed by the pain of breaking apart again… I just wish we could have stayed together.
I fell the hardest for you. Against all odds. We were best friends. We could talk for hours about nothing; lie next to each other and let the silence speak; we were always happy together. It was only when we were apart that there were any issues.
I’ll admit it, I’m a jealous person. Though I’ll never let you know that. Every time you were out without me… I secretly resented everything about it. But you’ll never know.
You’ll think we had the perfect relationship, that just *had* to end with the distance. So that you wouldn’t hurt me, yourself, and our friendship.
My friends say that it’s a stupid reason. I’m beginning to think so, too.
I want you as my friend. So lets have a go.