When Ranniette told me that you actually wanted to talk to me, and you thought that I, am pissed at you, I instantly reminisced, and thought, why would you think that? Now, everytime I see your name in my News Feed, I have the tendency to post on your wall, I have the tendency to call you, or text you even. To wonder and ask, "How are you? How've you been?" But why can't I do it? I'm scared. Scared of your response like the last time I actually did something. I remember when, every night this time of year, we would text each other, out of boredom. Our conversations, were the craziest, and your comebacks, I never would have beat, because you were just too good. We used to be close, and you once told me, that I was the third most person you'd talk to. Now, completely different story. I come to your house, wait for you to come out of your room, only to find that when you do, we don't even meet eye contact, yet alone look at each other for a split second. What I always wonder is, how did we get to this point? What the hell happened, that made us this way? We've changed, so much that our communication was ruined. Why does it have to be this awkward? No matter how much I want to turn things around, you make it so hard to get back to what we were. One word answers. That, I hate most from you. I've got to say, I miss you dear friend, even though you're a jerk. Why I'm so troubled by this, I don't really know. I'm just not the type of person who likes to lose friendships, ever. Losing a friend, can be the worst feeling. I don't think I've ever encountered losing a friend, aside from death, and this. I don't like going through that, because, what a waste of your trust and effort right? The feeling and the penetration of disappointment, sieves through my skin every time I think of this.
All I really want to ask is,
Dear L, have you ever thought of becoming friends with me again?
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