So, this must be it then. After the four years of friendship.
I felt like we finally had it all. Maybe I was just over-reacting. Maybe I’m just too gullible, or maybe you know exactly what to say to leave me vulnerable.
Friendship is supposed to be easy, it was all so simple back then. There was no thinking, no dissecting. I was not hanging on every word like some smacked out junkie.
I knew you always had feelings for me. I was smart back then. I knew it would ruin our “platonic” illusion of the perfect duo. You finally succeeded. Only you could sneak in the cracks and break down the perfect walls I have constructed around my emotions.
Now all I do is think about you, in a way i never did before. I liked it. It was working. The missing chain links were all connected and the puzzle was put into place. We were perfect. Now I’m leaving, now you won’t speak to me. Now I’m dwelling on every last sentence looking for where it all went wrong. I’m sorry I have to go. I’m sorry you’re scared. You’re breaking my heart.