For how long do I have to live through this pain? When will the day come when I can look at you and not feel my heart tear in two? Is it too much to ask for this nightmare to return to it's best days? To the days when all I looked forward to was seeing you walk in? To sitting across from you at Tim's, talking like nothing ever really mattered? To those mornings in the car, driving through sleet and snow to get you to school? To feeling like you actually cared when I talked?
I miss the fun we had. I miss our conversations. I miss our friendship. I miss you. Years of memories, all but lost. Years of memories that mean nothing to you. Years of memories that once brought uncontrollable smiles to my face, now bring tears that don't know how to stop.
Years of wanting to be more than a friend to you has faded into a longing that the words you say to me were true. That the smiles you give me weren't forced. That being near me wasn't a test of your patience. But if wishes were wings, I'd have flown to the sun and back, and you'd still be out of reach.
So what is this? An ode to times gone by? A lament to lost love?
No.
This is my goodbye.
