11:28 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
Guess we're all changing. Subconsciously losing one another. Remember the times when we said to each other, we will still be friends some 10 years later, be the bridesmaid at each other's wedding. But I supposed, it was all to early to speak. Now, 10 years later, beside me are friends I barely knew yet so ardently supportive of your depressive episodes. Never once sneered, or made empty promises, but I wouldnt know, would I?
We say that time proves everything. I guess this old saying is disgustingly true. Let's see how time goes, perhaps another 10 years down, I would be nursing the same wound. Thinking about all that would have been and could have been, where the friends we grew so close to went and how could they have left so cruelly and abruptly.
Or possibly, I was the selfish one, drowning in all my perfect tomorrows.
>Talk to me.