I used to be a little weaker.

You used to tell me all the little things you told no one else.

I used to need you more than anyone.

You used to, you still, tell most people to go to hell.

I used to snort with laughter only when I was around you.

You always snorted forever, but they were their realest around me, for it was one of the few times you let your guard down, and oh how I let you down, but it had to go down, and as captain I did not forsake my ship.

I always ruined everything, and I still believed that when I ruined you, well maybe not persay ruined, but carved a deep enough hole in both of us so that we'd never forget.

You always used to say I was special, and sweetheart and a saint for being your friend, but I caused those cuts and those tears, and you almost tricked my life to its end. Maybe the blame is more on ourselves. And not on each other, but the comradery that once saved us now led more to destruction.

I always thought we were forever, opposites and buddies til the end, but we both changed so drastically and grew in such a way that there was no way to go but to an end.

You will never be forgotten, and I will always care, but the daggers in my heart burn each time I cannot beware.

I never will know if we could have fixed it, if we had just started it openly, spoken the words we feared to say and changed as a pairing. We loved as if in love, a fact I'll never let go, but with time I'll stop missing you and the pain you made me grow.

You will never be my friend again, and maybe that's ok, as long as our teenage dreams die together, and their hearts never sway.