7 years, give or take of continuous active friendship. Yet, before that, I've known of you for almost half of my life.
It doesn't matter, it'll never happen. You and I, T.
I just need to stop getting sucked in whenever we have our usual conversations. I ignore you and you always come back.
We're always there, but always not.
Because I'm never the one.
Such is the case with life.
Letting go is the story of all our lives.
Plus, I've given up on love altogether. As it gave up on me. It's just easier to live this way.
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