My Writing

A Different Kind of Heartbreak.

I thought that maybe after yet another reaffirmation that life is short, she would say something to me.
Say she was sorry for cutting off all contact,
But there's nothing...
Yet another day goes by with nothing.
We used to tell each other everything, but now I bottle it up and she goes on with life not knowing how much pain I'm in.
How much this actually kills me inside.
I act angry about it all,
but it kills me to look at pictures of us and realize we'll never have that friendship again.
She talks to my friends, but not me, leaving me to wonder what the hell I did wrong.
Leaving me to search through so many conversations to see if this is all my fault.
And it must be.
Because why else would she completely cut me out of her life??
I'm to the point where I just want to confront her and ask her why.
Why she threw away years of friendship.
But she's always ran away from confrontation, just like she did from our friendship.
I think the worst kind of heartbreak doesn't come from the end of a romance.
I think it comes from the end of a friendship.
And she always said once she graduated she would be done with this town and its people.
I didn't think she meant me.