And I hate the fact that I miss you because I know that you were a terrible friend
But you were a friend and you were there
Whenever I felt alone, you were there
Whenever I was too scared to try something new,
Whenever I was feeling anxious,
I get angry at myself because I don’t remember our conversations anymore
I get angry because I miss your voice and I can’t hear it anymore
I get angry because I don’t have our texts anymore, don’t have your number anymore
I get angry because I’m stuck looking at your mother’s Facebook to see if you are doing alright
And most of all, I get angry because we didn’t say goodbye
After almost a year, I still feel every single thing that’s in my heart that I wish I could tell you
And sometimes, I wonder if you miss me as much as l miss you and I get so close to texting you
And then I remember you’re a different person now and it all goes away.
It’s been a long time since I wrote something. I don’t know how it happened but I just got the inspiration for it, even if it’s not good (I have never considered myself a good writer, I just like writing).
Almost a year ago, I lost my best friend. I miss her to this day, even if I know that our friendship was not a very good one. I wish I could talk to her but I know that it wouldn’t be helpful. So i’ll just post it online, that way I can trick myself into believing that I got some closure.
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