|Current music:||WHen You're Gone - The Cranberries|
I lost my best friend two weeks ago. We had a stupid fight and haven't spoken since.
I called him a week ago to talk , but he let his voicemail pick up. I left a nondescript message that basically left the ball in his court. He let it drop. I found out yesterday that the subject of our fight ( this awful person that tries to sabotage all of my relationships ) started on him. He thought that I was calling him to gloat. Part of me wants to call back , but my stubborn nature draws the line at a single unreturned call. I have other friends and my Eric , but none of them fill the empty hole he left . . when he left. We are so alike that I'm worried we won't be able to patch things up. It doesn't matter to me which of us was right in this fight. But it matters to him. He was wrong and he doesn't understand that I don't care. I was ready to accept all blame.