Dear best friend,
We changed. You use to be mine, and I was yours, and we were each others. We use to be able to say everything and talk about anything. You would get jealous, and I would to because I was yours and you were mine. How many times did we get mistaken for lovers? So many times we began to agree. Then you fell for me. I stepped back. Then when I realised that I love you as more then a friend but not quite a lover it was to late. You put your guard up and I watched. You found someone new and I did too. Now we barely talk. Now we can't be how we use to. I still have the necklace. It use to bug me that you didn't wear yours when I never took mine off. Now I don't wear it but I have it. It's where I can see it everyday. I wonder what you did with yours. I wonder when you stopped holding on then I remember you stopped holding on when I let you go. Now I miss you and I can't figure out what to do. So, I sit in bed and, I'll never admit, I cry. I cry because I've been locked out and your walls are up. So I sit on the floor of your mind, I sit in the back and I wait till you need me. You won't. I wait till you miss me. Do you? I wait till I'm invited it. Check the mail. Nothing. You used my name. The one thing you so rarely did I hoped you forgot it. Now I know. Those walls won't come down. That invite won't come.
Sincerely, I miss us.
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