have you ever picked up a book you haven't read in a while, and found an old bookmark in it? because that happened to me the other day. I found a card that you gave to me when I left, and inside it was the closest thing you ever came to a confession
so yeah, fuck you. I'm fucking angry.
because we were best friends for so many years and then I had to go and ruin it all by falling for you. Except that's not it. I don't think I was the only one. Maybe I'm lying to myself maybe I'm delusional I don't know. But you wanted people to think we were together and you would flirt and touch and take me out and it just felt like you were trying to tell me something. And then when we went to that museum and you asked to smell my lipgloss I don't know what the fuck that was. And the fucking dancing and the fucking card that I found in my book last week? And all that time I was aching every time we spoke. Fuck.
And then yeah I left but you left too. we texted and called and everytime we hung up I would cry and I still can't quite figure out why. And we drifted and you pissed me off and it wasn't the same when we saw eachother again at Christmas. And again and again throughout spring and now it's July and I'm still not fucking over it.
Sometimes I think, shall i just call you and tell you and shout at you and confess? And see if you would do the same? Maybe one day. Maybe when it doesn't hurt anymore (will it ever not hurt anymore?)
and now, you text me and you say, let's get together, let's spend some time, I haven't seen you in so long. But then you flake and you don't respond and I don't even know what your endgame is now. Do you even want to see me? I'm not sure if I want to see you.
And I mourn what we had because you were my best friend. And I think a part of me will always feel the way I did. The way I do. But I also know that we weren't good together. And I'm trying to get over it all, to just fucking move on. I don't know if it's working.
But for now, you haven't replied to me when I asked if you were still up for tomorrow. It's almost midnight and you know I don't do last minute plans. Or maybe you don't know that. I definitely don't know you anymore. I'm so fucking angry and I still don't know what the anger is hiding. I can't figure out how I really feel and maybe it's my fault but it's also definitely your fault.
We'll just have to see.


















