I know I’m not perfect. I know I don’t always say the right thing and my self deprecating lifestyle hurts you.
But you’re not perfect either.
If anything were to happen to you I’d drop everything and speed across the state to you.
And you can’t even respond to a text.
I’m starting to notice the values we each place on our friendship.
It hurts me more than I think you know.
I know I’m not perfect, and you’re not perfect. None of that ever mattered to me, I just wanted to love you, be your friend, see you smile.
The aura around you is calming, yet causes my pulse to quicken. Being near you is a feeling I cherish, but it never happens. It’s just distance and silence each day.
I can’t hold on to the idea that things will improve with time anymore, it takes two people trying and I’m finally realizing I was never worth your time.
I hope you’ll be happy someday too.