But things happened.
Maybe I was oversensitive.
Maybe he didn't treasure the friendship as I wish he would.
either way, one day we weren't friends anymore. I kinda wished we were able to fix. I kinda wish that we'd get through this.
But my heart was hurting too much and it was the last straw.
And I was happy. Letting go of him. Though it hurt. Though it broke me down to pieces at one point. But I was finally happy and free.
But I saw him last night.
And everything I tried to make myself believe I was happier without him came crashing down without warning.
I didn't greet him. Nor did I acknowledge his presence. Though he did.
But I wanted to. I wanted to look him in the eyes. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to say, "I miss you and I want us to be like old times again"
But that would mean all my efforts would be a waste. That would mean I have forgotten all the broken promises and careless words. That would mean I wasn't hurting anymore.
But I was. And I still am.
But I miss us.
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