Maybe one day, I can look at you and just see another person. I won’t have to call you by some dumb nickname, so none of your friends overhear my conversation. I won’t have to hate on you. Try to avoid you. You know, the whole thing. I think the summer will help y’know. To get away from the drama we created. Then again, you’re EVERYWHERE. Facebook. Starbucks. Bel-Air. Abrecrombie - . - Maybe one day…I hope.
It hurts to look back now and see that everything has changed. You’re not my friend anymore and I’m not yours. When we walked past each other you’d smile and say hi. When we were in class you’d turn around when the teacher wasn’t looking and whisper a funny joke. I’d laugh so hard sometimes that the teacher would glare at us. I guess I’m the one to blame. I was the one who put the crack in our friendship in the first place. But you’re to blame too. You started changing into an asshole. And so we’re here now, walking towards each other on the same street. We pass right by each other and neither one of us said hi.