You never got any taller, but your rockstar personality shot right to the moon and back. And you never let anybody bring you down or tell you what to do. I admired that about you.
I remember the dumbest things about our friendship. I remember working with you on a group project we both didn't care about. I remember becoming friends with you like it was an easy thing, like we both knew we would be friends eventually.
I remember the first song I ever sent to you, and not expecting you to like it but you did anyway. You told me the song would even get stuck in your head. I promised to send you every song I would ever write.
We were close. I would always make time to talk to you. It didn't matter whether or not you were interrupting anything, I would set anything aside to talk to you.
We shared our jokes, and our pain. Our laughter and longing, we were good friends and we never let each other down.
Until now.
And I will admit that this is my fault. Please don't place all of the blame on her. She may be guilty, but so am I. 2 out of the 3 problems were caused by my impulses. I can handle 66.7% of the blame and consequences. I can do that.
You can hate me if you want. You tell me you don't want to talk to her anymore.
I tell you I respect your decision and that I will be here if you need me.
I am sorry.
I know I ******* up our friendship, and I wish I could take it all back. I wish you could remember me as the innocent songwriter who held out arms of comfort instead of words of contradiction.
I am terrible.
And you don't need me.
But if your heart finds enough forgiveness to see past this. I will give you a way out. And if you choose not to take it. Then maybe you believe that I am worth taking back.
That our friendship is worth fixing.
So tell me:
If I am worth that much...
Are you okay with the idea of starting over?
Because I want to make this better. You don't have to be around me if you don't want to.
But if I can start over.
I will live through my life thankful that I got a second chance at all.
Please don't waste your time worrying about what happened. I couldn't live with myself if you decided to suffer for my mistakes.