Dear little,
Fuck you. You are not the girl I love, you are not the same anymore. Since when did you not care about a single thing? Who changed you? Who broke you into the pieces you now think is the real you? Who, tell me who broke you into a mold of numbness? You lost yourself, didn't you? Did you know I replay those words daily? Those three words, the two set of three words that cut deeper then any blade. Did you know I think about you still, the old you? I often wonder where she went and if she would ever come back?
"Do I know you?" The question falls from my lips and as if she read them off the ground never to be picked up. "Yes I'd say you do." Her words dull as if she was trying to tell herself and not me. I never heard a lie sound so truthful, it was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as when she told me she loved me. Almost as beautiful as the day I saw her, really saw her. Almost as beautiful as her laugh, her voice, her smile. Almost as beautiful as her but not quite there yet.
I'm sorry little, for my harsh tone before. It faded but the edge was still there. I'm sorry for not saying the right things or rather the right things at the wrong time. I'm sorry for not understanding no matter how much I want to. Just know, please, that no matter the road we take or the problems alone the way, no matter the pain and anguish we have to bare know, please, that you are my friend. That I am your friend and I will help you back on the road just take my hand.
Sincerely, I'm nothing though.
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