she was always the happiness i needed, the happiness i craved, the happiness i wanted so badly.
but i messed it up so many times i'm surprised she still thinks of me as her best friend.
i'm happy though, i know that i'll be there from now on, to help her, to chat, to laugh, everything.
i've had such a wake up call, and i'm glad i did.
sincerely,
Me.
YOU ARE READING
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