Sometimes I miss the story we had going. I still don't think I belong in that group -- we simply lack the same interests -- but I have grown enough to stop hating you. I wonder if it's too late to go back. It probably is.

I wonder if I could bring myself to trust. I wonder if, now that I have "my rock" if I could try again since I wouldn't be so dependent on you. I wonder if I'd even be welcomed back after such an event. I doubt it, and I wouldn't blame you. There are tinges of regret when I look at the art you drew for me.

All I've learned from losing and gaining friends in these past 2 years is that I don't want to hate anymore. I wrote this here under the assumption that you might see it, that maybe it would give you some comfort to know I sometimes miss you.

Oh boy 1AM thoughts are great.