Unspoken poetry.

6: Dear Ex-Bestfriend

I don't hate you. I never did. I miss you. But I was an idiot. We were both idiots.

I still remember the times we were laughing with each other and messing around like little kids. I remember walking into your house like it was my own and I'd just help myself to food. I remember your family was mine and mine was yours. I remember when we'd show up to each other's house in pjs with food when one of us was ill. I remember the movie marathons. I remember the embarrassing videos that we put all over social media.

I remember the last time we properly spoke. The fact that all of a sudden you hated me. And to this day I don't know what I did. I tried to talk to you again but we lost everything. We talked for one minute followed by me abruptly leaving. Being the coward we all knew I was.

But it's been one year and we've grown up a lot. The mutual hello is our only conversation. But I can't forget the times we had. Every time I look in that room I see us laughing there our innocent selves not knowing that would be one of the last times this would happen. I know you still avoid me.

I've wondered what you're like now. You act differently. I know you're doing better than me. Just by the fact that people talk to you. Whenever I hear you laugh I have to walk away. I just want to go back to that day we stopped talking because I miss you.

Everything was better when we were best friends.

But that's not how it turned out.