When I held you, I couldn’t let go. I didn’t want to. Ever. But I knew, as time passed, it was wrong and you dont feel the same as I do. What do you think, though? How am I suppose to be okay with us, if you go off and hug me, hold me, and touch me, during times where I least expect it? Then you go off and call me best friend - the friend zone can suck it - and I am even more lost, than ever. Suppose I tell you how I feel, though, will you accept my opinion and work our friendship out or walk away… like everyone else?
I’m too quiet, too careful, too scared. I let my fears quiet me, and then we fell apart. We fell apart and I pushed you away. You let me push you away. We distanced ourselves slowly. We distanced ourselves until we just became acquaintances - smaller than that. I saw everything that was happening and I let it happen. I let it happen. We are alone now and I’m living through the regret everyday. I miss you, so much
