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| 2019 | 10 | 25 | postrian |

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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