I just wrote down all of the times where you did me wrong, but I just deleted them. I’m ready to make it work. Are you? I realize both of us have our own imperfections. I guess pressure in life and people got in our way. I have my scars too, deeper than you think. Of all the years of our friendship, I needed you so badly last year, you had no idea. Oh no, you had no idea. Our communication broke down so badly, I didn’t even know how to tell you. And I’m sorry for judging you. I may have tons of people around me now, but no, nobody can replace what we had. I may have been stupid once, twice…but no, enough, I miss you. I have been so used to keeping it all inside, I couldn’t even tell you that. Screw what they say. Screw every single bad thing that happens in our lives. Screw all this “pay back to each other”. I just wished we could have been there for each other. I needed to isolate myself, to think. I’m sorry. I’m slowly picking the pieces back up, and I’m trying to put everything back together. Yes, I admit it, we hurt each other. Maybe it was me, maybe it was you. Either way, I couldn’t believe we let her come between us. We were close, tight. We were each other’s rock. I didn’t even realize why I kept picking stuff that was your favourite music when I went shopping. It’s not even my favourite music. And yet I asked for them anyway. They say its tough once you lose each other’s trust, but I believe it was a mixture of miscommunication and bad judgment. We can do this. Both of us. We can. We just need to start somewhere. Let’s make it work.