The Lovely Library

He wrote that he fell in love with me. He told me that if I ever needed someone for cheering up, I could always go to him. He told me that it was going to be okay when things were at their worst. He got me candy when I didn’t really mean that I wanted some. He was my best friend. My best friend who I could rely on. Who made it clear that I could tell him anything. Things came between us. He stopped talking to me. I tried patching things up, but it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to. I don’t know him anymore. We say hello and our goodbyes to each other, but it’s not the same. There is a barrier between us now, and I can’t go to him. I wonder all the time if he misses me as I miss him. The thing is, I don’t like him but I miss him so much as a friend. It’s hard to wish you the best of luck in life. Or to say hello without going up and talking to you. I want to stop having these feelings of missing you. Not because I hate you, but because it hurts too much. When I feel like I’m just done with having those feelings and that I’m finally free, I see you again and it starts all over.

I saw you the other day. You looked really nice. We wished each other a hello, and then you walked away. I wish I could have given you a hug, but I knew that it wouldn’t be right. So, instead of trying to wish you the best of luck in life and thinking that I’ll get over this, I’m going to say good night. I hope I find out why sometime. But, if I never know the truth, then I’ll just remember the good times we had together. Oh, and thank you… And also sorry. Sorry for treating you horribly back then. I was rude. I didn’t know what to do, and I mistreated you. Thank you for being there for me, and getting me that candy. Thank you.