Honestly, I miss you. I miss us. I miss the conversations that just flowed. I miss the sleepless nights because we both were having too much fun. I miss millions of things about her, but I don't miss the fighting, I don't miss when conversations seemed forced. I don't miss how we lost a part of ourselves for a while.
Honestly, I want to be mad at you so badly, but I can't, because things happened that we couldn't control. Life happened. Most of all, depression and distance happened. I don't blame you for needing time to sort yourself out. I honestly need it too. I'm going to get the help I need. I'm going to do things right this time. I want April 15 to be 20 months we have known each other. Not just another day. And I've decided I'm going to write out how I feel. I've shut you out so much, and I think it's time I try the way I recommend to everyone else, and try it for myself. I'm not going to call you out, you know who you are. So yeah. I'm creating a book to figure out life. Get my best friend back, and be happy again.
