"You're my best friend, and you always will be my best friend. You're the one person that I can talk to about anything...the only person who can sign online and say "hey kid" and interrupt me while I'm playing my computer game and I'm right about to punch the final boss in the face and kill him, and instead I die because you message me...and I don't care, because I'd rather talk to you. And if you knew me at all, you'd know that that's a hell of a lot more than what it sounds like."
...I just wish it were more than what it is.
I can be your friend, because I can't stand the alternate choice - I can't lose you completely.
I'll be your "best friend" as long as I can...because it's killing me.
I try not to dwell on it. I try to avoid thinking of you. I try not to remember...but I can't seem to help it, because everything reminds me of you, from the CDs we always listened to, to the tank tops you always said looked so good on me, to the earrings you would always play with.
I know you notice, too...I saw the look on your face when you sat in my car and heard the songs. I felt you trail your fingertip along the edge of the back of my tank top. I saw you smile when you saw your "favorite" earrings and felt you reach over and flick them to make them sparkle.
I don't understand why you did this. If you're hurting just as much as I am, if you miss me even half as much as I miss you...
Why?
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Here in the shadows I'm safe, I'm free...
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Strawberry Gashes
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