I guess we all change, I guess none of us were ready to say “I’m sorry, I really messed it up”, I guess people just move on. But I just couldn’t do it, I didn’t change but I wasn’t ready to say “I’m sorry” either.
I fucked it up, maybe you did, maybe both of us did, for not trying, for not giving a fuck about it. All I can say is “I miss you”, cause I didn’t change you for anyone and I didn’t want anyone else, just you.
I hate feeling like I’m getting replaced. And I’m sure as hell it has already happened. I guess you’ve moved on and I’m stuck on repeat.
It is times like this when I realize how much I miss you, how much I’d like you to be with me and to talk like we used to. I miss those days, when everything was perfect, or at least they were for me, I used to enjoy so much those days, when we spent time together, fun time, and not those creepy moments we have nowadays.
Because most of the things I now do alone, or with someone else, remind me of you and our, “now appear to be dead”, friendship. Every picture I look at where bffs are the main object, every place we used to visit or even the food we used to eat together reminds me fo you, I fucking miss you dude, so much that is killing me.
We have to solve this, I want to solve this. I want us to be the same again, I want you to be my best friend/mate/dude/amigo again and forever, like we said we were going to be, like we have to be.