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| 07:47pm 24/05/2005 |
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Mike,
You can't leave. I know you have to, I know your dad found work in Maryland, but, Maryland's like a thousand miles away. And I know you hate Illinois, and how you like the east coast. And how you missed it there. And in a way, I'm happy you get to go back to that. And i know we don't talk anymore. And yeah, i guess part of it is because i don't want to get in fights with Marc. He doesn't trust you. I'm the one he really shouldn't trust, and in fact he didn't for awhile, but, I convinced him it was you. And i felt horrible. Because he told other people my version of what happened, and a lot of people were mad at you. Or hated you. I want to tell them the truth, but a part of me just can't. And now you're leaving. And i'll never see you again. Those nine months, yeah, a lot of the time we were fighting. And it was pretty bad. But i gave a lot of myself to you. It almost feels like half of me is moving. There's going to be this big void in my life. Sure, Marc is amazing. And I do love him, more than I ever loved you, if i ever really did at all. But you're still my friend, and were my best friend. You probably know more about me than anyone else...at this point. I guess this will be a big change for both of us. But i'll make it, i think. Just, don't forget me. Because i know i wont forget you. |
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