we can't really be friends anymore, can we?
i may have let YOU go, the idea of "us" together, go. but NEVER had i given up hope that maybe someday, SOMEDAY, we could be friends again. i've never given up on hoping that someday we could go about the things like we used to. that we could see and talk with each other like we used to. that someday, we could have a conversation that would not leave any of us hurt, or leaving both of us more hurt, than what we already feel. i had NEVER given up for the sole reason that we were, more than anything else, good friends before everything started to crumble.
every meeting, every conversation pulls us down and breaks us even more. everytime i see you, i end up more broken than i already am and this time, it's just not worth the pain. there's just no reason, no point, and no sense to hold on anymore.
the conversation saturday morning just slapped me with a bitter dose of reality. and it's true when they said that the truth hurts. some things should've been left unsaid, unspoken for.
things that i hold really dear to me, events that (supposed to be) would be forever etched in my heart, memories that have made me who i am now, alot of them include you. it would be consolation enough that you'd remember all the important things that we've done. or at least those that had made a mark and touched us in ways that we didn't even know possible. but no, for you they're nothing but nonsensical emotional farts that's good for nothing else but for the exact moment it were happening.
don't blame premature senility for it. premature senility doesn't cut it anymore. saying you tend to forget things alot isn't an allowable excuse either. please cut the cutie-college-boy excuses. it just isn't making any sense.
the brain forgets but the heart doesn't.
referring to it as "vague" moments, the reason why you can't remember them, felt like a slash of a knife down my already bleeding heart. vague?!
thank the Lord that i'm sane enough not to kill myself after writing a letter blaming YOU for it.
it hurts alot to know that we could never be anything more than what we are now... just a bunch of has-beens, ex-es, or whatever you may wanna call it. and as much as i want to keep on hoping, on holding on, on wishing that someday we could just look back and laugh at how silly these things or us were, i don't think it's possible anymore. there are no looking back, no reminiscing, no more memories.
i am saying good-bye. to the memories, to the friendship, to YOU.i hope you have a good life.
*******
i tried.
HARD.
i may have let YOU go, the idea of "us" together, go. but NEVER had i given up hope that maybe someday, SOMEDAY, we could be friends again. i've never given up on hoping that someday we could go about the things like we used to. that we could see and talk with each other like we used to. that someday, we could have a conversation that would not leave any of us hurt, or leaving both of us more hurt, than what we already feel. i had NEVER given up for the sole reason that we were, more than anything else, good friends before everything started to crumble.
every meeting, every conversation pulls us down and breaks us even more. everytime i see you, i end up more broken than i already am and this time, it's just not worth the pain. there's just no reason, no point, and no sense to hold on anymore.
the conversation saturday morning just slapped me with a bitter dose of reality. and it's true when they said that the truth hurts. some things should've been left unsaid, unspoken for.
things that i hold really dear to me, events that (supposed to be) would be forever etched in my heart, memories that have made me who i am now, alot of them include you. it would be consolation enough that you'd remember all the important things that we've done. or at least those that had made a mark and touched us in ways that we didn't even know possible. but no, for you they're nothing but nonsensical emotional farts that's good for nothing else but for the exact moment it were happening.
don't blame premature senility for it. premature senility doesn't cut it anymore. saying you tend to forget things alot isn't an allowable excuse either. please cut the cutie-college-boy excuses. it just isn't making any sense.
the brain forgets but the heart doesn't.
referring to it as "vague" moments, the reason why you can't remember them, felt like a slash of a knife down my already bleeding heart. vague?!
thank the Lord that i'm sane enough not to kill myself after writing a letter blaming YOU for it.
it hurts alot to know that we could never be anything more than what we are now... just a bunch of has-beens, ex-es, or whatever you may wanna call it. and as much as i want to keep on hoping, on holding on, on wishing that someday we could just look back and laugh at how silly these things or us were, i don't think it's possible anymore. there are no looking back, no reminiscing, no more memories.
i am saying good-bye. to the memories, to the friendship, to YOU.i hope you have a good life.
*******
i tried.
HARD.
posted by cLaude at 1:06 PM
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