Why does it still bother me that we used to be great friends, talked about the comic and art in general, about love interests and pet peeves, rollercoasters, dumb shit...

Why does it still bother me that I know you'll never read this and that you've moved on, why haven't I?

Why does it still bother me that I'm pretty sure you hate my guts, and I still don't fully know why? Is that what bothers me?

Why do I still bother to like, favourite, even occasionally comment on your art, which by the way is going from strength to strength every day, I'm so proud of what you've accomplished whilst I'm just where I always have been.

I know you won't notice me, I know you've moved on and so should I , but every time I see your name (and I can't not, even if I removed you from my lists you'd still crop up time and again) I feel that sting of never having that friend I used to love to bits.

I guess that bothers me...

I need to get back to work...