You were always the first to notice
Even if time passed by a lot
I can't stop this attachment I have for you
I wish you would notice me but you don't pay much attention
But how do you still end up as the first person to notice my changes?
Our time is almost up
And I'm starting to miss you
I'm thinking about you a lot less than I did before
But I still want you...
But now I know
We don't click like we used to
Maybe it's because time has aged
And we've grown out
I feel ashamed and insecure when I can't do things when you're around
When I keep having to depend on you
Makes me feel so small that I can't move
You help and I'm grateful and feel useless at the same time
Why can't I be brave in front of you
Is it because I like the way you know my weaknesses?
Is it because I like how you take care of me?
Is it because I like it when you do things for me?
Because I've seen you do things for others so many times
And I want you to do things for me too.
I miss the time when it was just you and me,
I lost and forgot the precious time we had together,
The times that I had ignored and payed no attention to,
The times when I had you
The times when you were mine.
And now, it's too late.
I could've been the one sticking by your side right now
I could've been the one you can't get enough of,
I could've been the one that I now want to be so much.
I lost it,
Just like that.
After 5 years,
Only now I've realized that it was me that threw that opportunity away.
It'll be one of my life regrets,
Losing you.
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"Best Friends"
Short Story"Best Friends" is what I call us. Best Friends is what you call us. Friends is what people call us. Different audience, different story, different perception, different feelings.