a thousand times each day i want to text you about something, from the song i just heard on the radio to something funny someone said in class. but i can't.
i swear i would take you back right now, no questions asked. just be my best friend again.
remember when you told me your deepest darkest secrets, and i told you mine? and we cried together and swore we'd be best friends forever. remember?
i do.
i need my best friend.
i used to think that miles didn't matter. that no matter how much distance was between us, it was never that far. i used to think a lot of things... now i'm not so sure anymore.
all the coulda-shoulda-woulda's keep rolling through my mind. the what if's and maybe's and if only's.
i know you won't even read this. i don't expect you too. in the farthest corner of my mind, though, i hope you might happen across this.
i guess i'll keep hoping, and you'll keep forgetting me. and nothing will ever go back to the way things were or the way things might have been. the way things should be.
ily*besfren
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