When I met you I knew right away it would lead to something great. It did. I got a best friend who knows everything about me. I got a best friend who would pick me up when I felt down. You got the same from me. We laughed, we cried. We talked every day for hours on end. When the worst hit us, we found a way back to each other. We would fill each other in On everything and stay up until 5 in the morning. Even if we were tired and would pass out anywhere, we knew it was worth it. So many good times, what happened to it? Now we hardly talk. We're growing apart. Maybe in some twisted way it's my fault. It's my fault for admitting how I really felt about you. I shouldn't have said anything. What would've happened to us then? Would we talk more? Yeah, you're busy. But that didn't matter 2 years ago. We freed our time. Now it seems as if I'm the only one who does so. Should this be our final goodbye? We can keep our memories in our hearts. We can re-read our old messages. We can listen to old songs that we sent to one another. But maybe, just maybe, we're not truly meant to be together. So let's just call this goodbye...
