I hope I never miss you.
I can’t.
It would be far too painful.
I can no longer pretend the two of us will stay friends.
Because I know exactly what will happen:
One day, we’ll have no reason to talk to each other anymore.
Neither of us will make an effort to, even if we both want to (maybe, I can never tell if someone wants to talk to me.)
We’ll say our hellos when we cross paths while walking.
But even that will end soon.
Pretty soon you’ll forget me (but I know I’ll never forget you.)
I hope I never miss you.
I can’t.
Even if I want to.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
I hope I never miss you.
I can’t.
It would be far too painful.
I can no longer pretend the two of us will stay friends.
Because I know exactly what will happen:
One day, we’ll have no reason to talk to each other anymore.
Neither of us will make an effort to, even if we both want to (maybe, I can never tell if someone wants to talk to me.)
We’ll say our hellos when we cross paths while walking.
But even that will end soon.
Pretty soon you’ll forget me (but I know I’ll never forget you.)
I hope I never miss you.
I can’t.
Even if I want to.
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