At Least You're happy

strangers

I'm scared to move on.

Knowing damn well I'll be so much better off without you.

I'm scared this is the last frayed string keeping us together. You're pulling it in one direction, and I in the other.

The string has to snap eventually.

Sending us spiraling away from one another. Lost. Hopeless. With no string to bind us together anymore.

I'm scared you'll leave.

And I'm scared of what will become of myself once you do finally go, and leave me in the past.

Maybe we weren't meant to meet at all.

Maybe it was all just some cosmic joke that I met you when I did. When we were both so desperate for a friend that we clung to each other.

You, my dear, aren't just another let go.

You were never a freak accident.

You were never a mistake.

And we were never meant to become strangers again.

But that's who we are now.

Just two girls. 

Who know each other's secrets.