I have been thinking about you a lot lately. About our relationship, if I can call it that. Why I get frustrated so often, why you seem so distant sometimes. Why we circle around but never intersect. I can only speak for myself, of course, but I know that I want this, I want you.
Eyes make contact. Bodies starting to react as our eyes stay locked. We slowly draw closer towards each other. We are hesitant but can’t fight the pull that the chemistries create. We wrap our arms around each other. No words spoken. I take my hand and move your hair back off of your neck. I
You call me your friend, but you were there went it happened. You claim that it was my fault, that I became distant but what do you really know about what happened? I hate myself every day, I tried to kill myself countless times, yet you didn’t notice. You claim you were a good friend,