Easy come and easy go...

I’m pretty sure that if I sat back and blamed you for what I went through, the majority of the world population would agree with me that it was in fact your fault.

Luckily, I don’t blame you because well, I was there in full consciousness(most of the time). Sure my judgement was clouded by emotions and feelings and what not, but I’ve chosen to blame myself as much as I blame you.

You were one of the very few people lucky enough to have me open up to them, especially in a very short amount of time. I felt at home with you.

Despite anything we ever might have seemed like or anything we might or might not have been at a certain point in time, one thing was for sure, I trusted you, and felt at home with you, and loved you at least as a very good friend.
You got closer than anybody else would have gotten in such a short amount of time.

Now when I look at pictures of us two, taken not to long ago even, I feel sadness. Not because we’re not what we at one time might or might not have seemed like or might have been , but because now when I look at those pictures, I feel like I’ve lost a friend.

Our friendship, of which I’m sure it was there the entire time, has been reduced to you saying your busy, and making small talk with me at parties. And the swiftness with which you came close to me and became my friend is only exceeded by the swiftness with which you moved away again…

And that hurts, and it sucks, and honestly…I just plain miss you.

Ass face!