Fact: A year ago I wanted nothing more than to hurt you. I wanted to run into you, so you could see the betrayal and the hate I felt for you. It was etched on my face; you could not have misconstrued it.
Fact: A year ago I did not understand. You called me toxic and I mocked you for it. I was right; you were wrong. That was the way our friendship seemed to be. Never once could I have dreamed that I could push you away. You always came back after all. I crossed a line somewhere, I am not sure where though.
Fact: it took me a long time to understand. Behind my jokes and endless teasing, I was still quite hurt. Our lack of friendship broke my heart, shattered my core. I felt empty without you. Pride though, it is a funny thing. I could never truly understand the pain I caused because of it. I’m sorry.
Fact: I miss you still. Days like these make me wish that things were how they used to be. I was not the best friend you needed, but I wish I could be again. Funny thing though, pride, it never lets you go back home again.