All friendships have an expiration date.
High school graduation, last day of work, moving, forgetting, simply being too busy, death.

Sometimes I wondering if you were the right person for me, but our timing just ******.
When you loved me, I loved someone else.
And now I love you, and you don't feel the same.  
I figured it all out too late.
I'll always wonder if you were Mr. Right.
Always wonder, but never know.
****.

We went from friends.
To friends with benefits.
To just benefits.
If I could only have one of the two,  I would pick being your friend a hundred times over.
It's where we began, and what we built everything on.

I wish you were my friend again.
I miss you.

The feelings have slowly evaporated.

Sometimes we hurt the ones that love us most because we know they will alway care.
Other times we are horrid to the ones who love us most because we hate them.

I can't believe I've missed you, but I definitely have.  Peculiar how sometimes we long for things that have burned us before, because we just want to feel a sense of something again.

I'm a reminiscer.
I love to think back to when I was 10, and I always got A's in school.
Or when I was 13, and a lot of guys like me.
Or when I was 14, and my parents weren't divorced.
But, no matter how much I reminisce, I can't bring those good times back.

Your past has value, but you just have to focus on what's good now.