There’s a lot I have to say. But where do I start from?
The title makes me think of an ex-Friend of mine. Well, I’m really still her friend, even though she may not be mine.
So J, if you ever read this know that I’ve composed a million and one essays to send to you telling you how much I miss you and appreciate you, still.
How much of a hypocrite I was and possibly still am, but I’m making changes.
At random times, I remember just how you defended me against ‘the wolf’ and how many times you’ve done mad loyal stuff for me. J/mama, thank you.
Want to use this medium, while I’m at it, to tell you just how special you are. You cannot be forgotten.
Sometimes I still wish I had said/ done something differently that day
Or if the clouds hadn’t thought to cry just for an extra hour,
Maybe I wouldn’t be writing this,
And maybe our Love Story wouldn’t have ended.
But I realise sometimes people, even those you love, got to go. Sometimes it’s better that way but I wish we had drifted some other way.
I’ll always be here for you.