like, like-like. like love.

separated.

i think it's fine. when we meet up, even by coincidence, i smile because i see him. i smile because he seems happy, but i could always be wrong. (when it comes to him, i often am.) and that's okay. he has his life, i've mine. if we're not together, that's fine. i'll always get up. (even if i don't want to.) maybe it was fate for me to like him. so i have a reason to better myself. so i thank him. i thank him for trying his best. i thank him for being above my expectations. i thank him for telling me what i've been doing was wrong. he's done what my teachers and parents could never do: he's been a great friend. (one of my best.) and i think that's all i needed.