I haven't thought of you in months. I haven't said your name in years.
I hold no ire for you, or the apologies I sent to you desperately that you'd never accept.
and I'll always ******* care, but I can't bring myself to care about anyone that's walked out of my life and slammed the door anymore.
I'd love to rehash a friendship, I'd love to apologize till my mouth bleeds, I'd love to figure out the sins I've committed and all that went wrong.
but that's not my life anymore.
I'm in love with someone I cared for, before I ever loved you.
I'd love to make amends but there's no way I can fix what I did anymore.
so thanks for the memories, and thanks for being who you are, who you were, and who you will be.
I will always care. I just can't care as much as I'd like to anymore.
It's odd. you were the best friend i'd ever had. better than the insect, and better than the friendship i messed up all by myself. but i'll always care for you, even if i ****** that up too. you're a good person, even if i rarely think of you anymore.