When everything happened, I had hope. Hope that we could make it work. Hope that we could stay friends. To be honest, I just didn't want us to end. Grasping for straws, going in well over my head. In reality, it didn't matter what I said. We were bound to break, bound to end. I realized there was no way we could stay friends. Friends laugh and friends joke, there's a connection, they spoke. They spoke their mind, their feelings, their day. But we were too afraid our hearts would get in the way. While you could brush it off, pretend to be okay, I didn't have that capacity to wash us away. Maybe it's me. Maybe it was you. I don't think it really mattered though. Our time was due. I'm not sure how I'll cope, how I'll survive. Watching your life from the sidelines. I know I will. It's just a matter of how. I guess I just have to focus on me now.