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Sometimes I don't understand how our friendship can mean so little to you. Half a year ago I would have said you are my best friend and I can't live without you. Now we sit here on the other side of the room from each other trying to ignore, to forget what we used to have makes me sad.  We have both done things that should be accounted for, should be apologised for and mostly should be forgotten. But you're too stubborn, too arrogant to admit that you were wrong, that you are sorry. And my pride has been damaged enough by admitting to you that I miss you only for you to walk away and ignore me to apologise for anything.

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