It’s sad when people make promises they can’t keep. You promised me that we were going to try to stay friends but somehow along the way you broke that promise. Texts became unreturned and I slowly started to give up as well. I can’t keep trying to fix something that doesn’t want to be fixed. I guess this is a good thing though because who knows, maybe it will help me forget about you.
The sadness still remains however and the pain is ever so present inside of me. If you didn’t want to work on this you should’ve just told me instead of stringing me along like a rag doll. Maybe you did want to work on it in the beginning but now it’s as if you don’t even care anymore. As each day passes, the need to check my phone to see if you texted is slowly dying. I am no longer awaiting the day you will text me or the day we will become friends. Something has died in me and that is perhaps, you.
There is still sadness but the yearning of what once was is no longer present.