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by Farther From Here Aug 17, 2008 category : Friendship, family / broken friendship
I never had a best friend, not a single one worth calling. Maybe I would've had one, if I had just been there for her. Well, it all started one day, even continuing unto the years, This constant avoiding and silence. This constant silent imitation of longing. But everything just stopped between us. The laughs, the cheers, the jokes... and even the long talks on the phone. Maybe it was because of the distance. But you were just right there next to me. Often I look away as you walk by, bowing my head as my heart swells up in sorrow. I thought we could have been the best of friends, but apparently, you just weren't made for me.