It's funny, we haven't talked in two years. Sure, the odd few sentences every now and then but it's been two years since we actually had a friendly conversation, since we laughed and neither one of us turned away, shut ourselves off, hid in the emptiness of indifference that shrouded us. I forgot how we had things in common, a shared (or at least, similar) sense of humour the most prominent. I forgot how easily we used to talk, how we could talk about nothing for hours, how you used to make me laugh.
Don't get me wrong, I remember how messed up and shit everything got towards the end, and the reasons it's taken two years for us to be able to talk again in a way that's somewhat similar to how we used to.
I don't miss us, because I'm happier now than I ever was then and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I can almost miss the easy laughter and conversation. I can almost miss the friendship.
(but not quite)
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Unbreakable
PoesíaNOUN 1. Unable to be broken, indestructable. "She wasn't yet, but one day she'd be unbreakable, free from the chains that held her." //BREAKABLE book #2// The daily ramblings and thoughts of a girl just...
