The thought of you kills me every time you come to mind.
I long for you still, why? There is nothing you can offer me--or really, have ever offered me, yet I long for you still. I guess it's because you were my friend. You were my friend back when I felt like I didn't have any. You called yourself my "best friend." We were only supposed to be friends--but you're the one who wanted more! If I had known that crossing that line would do to us what it has done--would put us in the place we are now, I would have fought harder at the border.
We could have been friends.
We could have been best friends.
But now...
I HATE you.
I hate you because I miss you.
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