And in the end
I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend
I think you're my best friend.
I think you're my best friend.
I still do.
Do you know who you are? If you ever read this again, would you know? You know, I don't have a best friend anymore. No one's filled that hole.
I'm fine with that, I really am. Instead of one best friend, I have three, and many more who are close. But no matter how hard you try to fill one person-shaped hole with three people, you're still going to have gaps. Gaps those other friends can't reach.
You know, I'm over it. I understand completely. I understand what I did wrong, and I swear I'll never treat another friend the same again. I'm changed. I won't ever let myself fall into the pit I did when you were there.
I only keep writing this in the hope that you might remember this exists and look at it one day. Maybe you'll see that I miss you.
I miss you.
Give me another chance.
