Sometimes when people don't grow together, they grow apart.
It doesn't take death to part two people
who were once inseparable.
Being alive is just another reason to hope
that we can find
what we have lost
in each other again.
Time passes by
only to help us lie
to ourselves
to help us turn a blind eye
to all the bad times
and remember only the good
and expect only the good
the next time we see each other
but with expectations
only comes greater disappointments
I'll always miss you; and I'll always miss us.
But I think this time I've finally come to terms with myself
I've finally accepted
that things will never be the same again
Take care, my friend.
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