I have this friend whom I haven’t seen for quite a long time. We’ve been acquaintances and eventually get to know each other for months and consider ourselves ‘friends‘. We get along so well. He drives me home when it’s too late for me to go home alone. He never misses to ask me how I’m feeling everyday. He always cares for me. He asks me out when I’m feeling bored. He always makes me laugh with his corny jokes and he always makes my day shine just knowing that there is someone like him who would be there for me always.
He told me he likes me. He told me that he has this affection towards me and this grew more and more each day. Then I told him I could feel the same way. I love him. I love him in a brotherly manner. Much different from the way he feels towards me.
His words don’t change our so called ‘friendship’. I don’t want him to change either. But for some reasons, this ideal friendship I had with him can’t help itself from changing in the later time.
He changed for the ‘worst’. He had forgotten all the memories we both share. He lived a new life with his friends left behind. And what makes me so bitter about it; he had forgotten that we’ve been friends for at least quite a long time. He had forgotten about me, me and me!
Last January 01, 2008, I was so amazed when he waved and smiled at me when we saw each other. What am I suppose to do? Should I smile back at him? Of course not! I know I should forget about it, but it’s not easy to do such action especially when you know that it wasn’t you who’s to blame and you’re not the one who acted stupid.
I’m done with you!
Thanks for the memories
Thank you for putting me in crisis
Thank you for breaking my heart
My already broken heart
I’m so grateful of you
For making me so blue
But these words are so fitted for you
f*** you! I’m done with you!
