Thinking of when we first became friends, I wonder if we bit off more than we could chew. Or perhaps I just didn’t have the foresight to see that we were never meant to make it through to the end.
I don’t know what has changed since we first met, I’m still the fool I’ve always been. Maybe we’ve gotten to know each other too well, or maybe you’re just tired of pretending to like me.
If you don’t want to be friends anymore, that’s okay. I can live my life without you now. But just let me know that you’re done with this, so I can move on to tomorrow alone.
If you still want to be friends, that’s okay too. In fact, that’s how I’d like it to be. But just let me know that we are still cool, so I can move on to tomorrow with you.
But please, if we continue I have one request; that you would be happy to be my friend. When you say hi to me, don’t look to the ground and mumble under your breath. Rather give me a hug and ask me how my week has been.
To be honest I’ve never really felt cherished as your friend, even after I’ve tried my hardest to cherish you. Not once have you ever told me what I meant to you, and this is why I wonder if you’ve ever even liked me at all. Know that I meant every text I sent you, and that I still do mean it.
Please let me know what to do, I hate being stuck in the middle like this. Do we beat the dead horse or do we try and revive it? It’s up to you really, because I don’t really mind if the horse dies or not. Just let me know.
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