Time to partake in festivities that include pink lemonade and cotton candy vodka. :)
And me love you long you time.
We were friends.
Then we weren’t.
We were friends again.
Then we weren’t.
We’re friends again (at least on Facebook).
I’ve written you so many messages, wanted to call you so many times. I thought about you on my drive to school every morning and when I’d wait in the bathroom in between classes. I’d hear a song/see something/do something and want to call you, but I didn’t.
We weren’t friends.
I wanted to apologize so many times, but for what I didn’t know. Neither of us did anything wrong. We just let
boys, roommates, school, work, friends, life get in the way.
Will things ever be the same? Probably not. It hurts to even admit this, but it’s what happens. We grow up and we move on and sometimes we take a step back and it’s amazing, but more often than not we realize why we put it in our past to begin with.
Losing you as a friend broke my heart. It hurt more than breaking up with a boyfriend. There’s nothing I’d love more than for us to be friends again, for things to be the way they were. I’m just skeptical, I suppose. We haven’t talked in two years and so much has happened in those two years. Neither of us are the same person and if we’ve changed too much to be friends again, I don’t know that I could take it.
You were the best friend I’ve ever had. I’ve never been as close to anyone as I was with you. Let’s face it, talking to each other while on the toilet is as pretty close as you can get without dating. Whether or not we become friends again, I’m really glad you sent me that friend request. I’ve missed you.