I swear if this was a freaking movie you'd be here by now.
I hate affirming to people how fine I am when I just don't feel fine at all. When sometimes it's easier to lie than to explain all the whys you're not fine.
And only if ego exist not between two people, things will be way way way better than now.
I really yearned for things to grow a little better. I miss the crazy texts we once shared. I miss the random texts you once sent. I miss the frequent texts. I miss the bitching moments. And best friend, dear do I just miss you.
I purely know things are way way way different now and you no longer that friend anymore neither can I no longer call you MY bestfriend.
Like a ball of complete glass your heart's vulnerably fragile, with the "handle-with-care" sign written all over you. And getting your heart's best at interest is sure as hell difficult. However on the contrary you have this yearning heart to want to know everything. Somebody mistook it as overly-busybody, but I find that little detail of you a little bit more inquisite and what makes you peculiar than the rest. But right now, butter fingered I've handled you way too careless that that ball of complete glass, as a result completely crashed, into pieces and fixing it all back together will only cause unnecessary pain.
Careless. I'm sorry. I was.