The Letter

Through Love Comes Fire

We'd known each other for so long

Depended on each other year after year

We weren't as close as we had been

But still, our friendship was clear.

We had separate groups of friends

Different ways to spend our days

Constantly disagreed on things

But respected the other's ways.

Over a year continued on

We continued to drift away

Neither of us could stop it

There was nothing to say.

You'd moved on

And so had I

We still talked

Or at least we'd try.

But things were not the same

We were different people inside

Betrayals and lies uncovered

Fractured hearts we couldn't hide.

Tears travelled phone lines

As we attempted to heal the pain

But after these drunken confessions

The rift would always remain.

Everything is forgiven

What a hopeful lie

I tried to ignore it all

But I had to wonder why.

Harsh words, high emotions

The fight was never mine

I was just a by-stander

Hardly worth your time.

Wounded, disappointed, hurt

But for the first time angered too

Maybe you never heard or noticed

But I had done nothing but defend you.

Your actions didn't even phase me

I wasn't angry until you looked me in the eye

Muttered words of anger, hate, and annoyance

As I sat stunned and ready to cry.

In that split second I realized

You are not the person I knew

I can't lose this friendship

But I feel like I've already lost you.

                                    It’s been 3 months since the incident at her house. We both can feel that change it has brought over us. I just don't have the heart to come near her anymore. I haven’t kissed her once since then and I know it’s been stressing her out but I can’t help it. I just can’t stop the thought that maybe she isn’t being faithful. But other than that we’ve become really good friends in the past 3 months. She says the base of any relationship is friendship. We’d sit for hours in the gardens just talking and listening to each other. There isn’t a thing we haven’t talked about but we never ran out of things to say to each other. I’d say we make pretty good friends if those words don't hurt so much. I just couldn’t help wanting more than that from our love.