What is happening? I thought we had something. We did have something. I knew it, and I know that you did too. What changed? All the small little snippets I picked up from our mutual friends are pulling my mind and my heart around in circles. What happened to that time when we used to text every day, when we would see each other outside of school several times a week? What happened to the time when I was happy? When we're alone together, you are great, for lack of a better adjective, and I am happy. And you are too, I think. You certainly don't appear unhappy. Although you did that one time. I'm still not sure what that was about, we were deep in conversation and you kept texting people. Was I boring you? That's the wrong question for me to ask though, the wrong mindset for me to be in. I shouldn't be responsible for your entertainment. Although, isn't that kind of what friendship is? Mutually entertaining one another? And then, when we are with other people, you can barely look at me. What did I do? Are you regretting this? I want to try to make it work, but I can't do it alone. You have to make an effort too. Then you said you would check and see if you were free, and never texted, or texted me back after my inquiry. What happened to us? Are you mad at me? I wish you would tell me what's wrong, why it's not working. Or at least tell somebody so that I can force the answers out of them. I won't loose hope, not yet. I never want to loose grasp of the happiness we had, and the happiness that I want, and the happiness that we can, hopefully, still have.
