he's back.
he's here.
talking to me, as i write this.
i cried for months over you.
when you left in july was the first time my heart really, truly hurt.
it was awful.
the ache
was unbearable.
you reached out.
you told me you screwed up, that you couldn't sleep at night.
that it was your fault.
that i didn't have to forgive you.
but of course i did, because i love you.
you're my best friend.
but you're also hers.
her, as in the girl who abandoned me when the road of our friendship suddenly got rough.
her, as in the girl who i have all of my love to, all of my attention.
her, as in the girl who was my true best friend.
i wouldn't expect you to have stopped talking to her, but it still kills me.
why can't i have you both back.
