Saturday, September 28, 2013

I'm not sad; I'm heart broken.

I may have not been your friend... but you were mine. You were my family... and I will always love you; even when it's not returned... but I can't keep crying over you. I can't keep mourning over friendship that never grew fruit... or that wasn't strong enough to survive petty gossip... or respectful enough towards one another to speak openly and honestly, face to face... if I do; I can't grow or flourish. And this is hard for me; letting go without closure... but that's the way you want things. And I accept that. And it will still hurt when I see you at the grocery store, or the park... but it will be a pain in passing memory... nothing more. Because the silence is killing me... and I want to live.