to you, my best friend.
i remember asking you if we had to be friends forever.
back then i'd meant it as a flippant joke because i couldn't foresee a time our emotions would turn against one another.
but here we are. in a limbo.
i don't know why we fought. in fact i think our fights were the fall out of other things in life which boiled together and maybe i was in the wrong but you weren't perfect either.
sometimes we hang out and it's like the old times.
most of the time we pass in silence.
i don't entirely believe we're the same people anymore so, there's that too.
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