It’s strange how, for so long we worked to stay a part of each-others lives, because we couldn’t stand to not talk for a day… and now, after everything has been said and done, we have nothing left but hurtful things to say. It hurt more before to lose you, now I want nothing to do with you.
I’m not sure what makes me feel more uncomfortable, not talking to you, or being okay with it.
We shared so much, much more than two people who only knew each other for a year and a half should, we were perfect when we were together, a tornado raging when we weren’t. Eventually though, as all good things do, we came to an end, and now you’re just another chapter in my fucked up life.
I miss you, and having a best friend, someone who I could talk to, and who would tell me whatever it was straight out, not dancing in a loop just to be nice. I miss the person you could be. I don’t miss the person you became, I hated him.
How can someone who once cared so much, turn into a monster who didn’t give a damn in the end?
I only wish this had happened sooner, before I cut the one person I know who would love me for me, and who wanted a second chance out of my life again, because I was too stupid too see this coming. A fool for thinking we could work for much longer.