I know that it’s not like you to throw insults (things) to me. Sooner or later, I know everything will turn out alright. Wherein we can be friends like before. We could laugh again, take pictures, go to happenings and talk like there’s no tomorrow. I know it’s really damned hard, it’s close to impossible, but then, I’ll still hold on to your words when you said I am a good friend that you can count on.
Even though I screwed it all up, when I fell for you. I’m sorry I can’t help it. I’m sorry I couldn’t control it, when you always listened to me and made me feel special in your own little ways and words. I’m sorry for being greedy, for not being content of our friendship, that I took a step toward something beyond my reach.
Damn. Don’t worry, it would be over soon.
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