Clung So Tight. . .
It makes me sad that we promised we’d always stick together, that nothing would ever change us. It makes me sad that I actually believed those promises. I know that the time for letting go of the past is coming quickly, but I can’t help but cry. I know it wasn’t all for nothing, every moment made us who we are today. But why does it have to end? Why do they have to just be memories now? Why can’t we keep what we had and continue to grow?
I don’t think I’ll ever actually say goodbye to you. . .Sadly, you’ll probably just fade. And every time I remember you, there’ll be a dull, aching sadness to go with it. You’ll probably write to me every once in a while, “Hey, been awhile! How are you? What cha doing? We should get together. . .” and then there’ll be silence. And it’ll be the same every time.
My biggest mistake was hanging on to the desperate hope that you’d never leave me. That I’d always be your number one, and solid ground. I clung so tight, that I couldn’t hold on to anything else. I let so many other friends slip through my life, all because I was afraid of letting go of you. I can’t let go yet, but one day I’ll need to. I shouldn’t apologize, it’s how it’s suppose to be. I’ll miss what we had, and I’ll never be able to wish enough for it back. If you come back to me, I hope I’ll be here, but I’ve learned not to make those kinds of promises.