Damn 3 letters, I thought we were amigos. Always there for you, no matter the victory or the sin.
Unjudgingly loving you and encouraging you to be the best 3 letters in the universe regardless of your Circumstances.
When I met you 3 letters you were a wet behind the ears, a diamond in the rough. Now a beautiful sparkling gem too hard to see that the pressures of life although at the time seem insurmountable conditioned you into your present day goddess.
Seeing you mature warmed my heart knowing I played a part in your positive growth. Still flawed but beautiful inside and out.
We are all broken beings, but we keep those around that can help make us whole or we fall into the abyss of Damaged souls never to escape the cycle of ineptitude.
You once called me your best friend 3 letters. The person that was always there for you Spiritually, financially, gave you advice when needed and sometimes when not.
You hurt me 3 letters to the core when u were not happy for my biggest news of my life. You said that you were. Lies lies lies. If you were happy for me, where are my flowers? Where is my shower gift? Even after the initial shock has worn off not even a check up. Not that I was looking something from you. I never wanted anything from you but your friendship and maybe the energy that I gave to you to be reciprocated. One year later. How can you be so cold and heartless? You were never my friend. Maybe your a cutie disguised as a monster. I may never know.
This is not for you 3 letters. Not trying to make you feel any type of way. This is for me to express the thoughts in my head. The thoughts I been having for a year now. I often wonder what did I do so bad? Share my life with you? It’s true I’m not a wide open book and deal with things in my own time but when I do you were one of the ones that got a piece of me. Now no more.
I see signs on the daily that say I should reach out to you. A beautiful moon, a Facebook memory of us, cashier with your same 3 letters. But I can’t bring myself to.
I used to look forward to sharing the positive moments of my live with you on a daily. Also the ratchet endeavors we both embarked apon. You family was my family(in my mind) always praying for them and wishing them well. Does you mom ask about me? What do you tell her? Maybe you say that I did something wrong or that I disappeared. Maybe you say tell yo stop loving me. I can only image 3 letters.
All in all despite these words I still love 3 letters you and hope for nothing but the best for you. I hope you become all that you aspire in your heart. Mother, wife, dancer, writer, biscuit making guru! If you really knew me you would know that’s all I ever really wanted.
