You blocked me.
It hurt when she did it.
But you said you loved me.
And now… blocked..
This is a new level of hurt.
Do you remember when you came over and drank? How we threw bottle caps or whatever at each other, and I laughed loud, so loud? Because it was like we were friends again. And when we play wrestled in the hall and you grabbed my arms so tight? And when I put my feet on you, and you were tickling them, and I tried to hit your hand away, I could have sworn you were holding onto my hand just a little longer then necessary? I thought the chemistry was there. I thought it was bubbly and fun and flirty and back.
There was something final in that hug.
I just didn’t want to see it.
I told myself that it’s because you cared.
No. You were saying goodbye.
I just wish you would’ve said something.
Adios mi amigo. Te echo de menos.