Now she’s talking.

Why? What right does she have to do this?

What right does she have to say these things?

What right does she have to make me feel bad about myself?

No right.

But you tried to talk to me today,

I didn’t respond at all.

It’s not that I don’t want to be your friend still.

It’s that …I’m not there yet.

It still stings you know?

And it doesn’t help that she’s going around.

But I do miss you.

You were my best friends.

Two years, talking every day.

And suddenly I lost my best friend.

And I want to be your friend, I do.

But I don’t think I’ll be okay in 23 days.

And in 23 days we graduate, and we’ll never see each other again.

And I hate to leave it like this.

But it still feels like someone has my heart in their fist and squeezes whenever I see you.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

And I feel so lost, I’ve never felt so lost.

It feels like I have nothing to stand on. And I’m just so lost.

I feel like a crucial part of me is missing.

Not exactly incomplete, but something that was such a central part of me for so long…is gone.

But I’m still whole….just missing something.