"How can you call it love when you're crying more than you're smiling?" I asked him as we sat down the porch step.
He shrugged and I looked up at the sky, hoping to prevent my tears from continuing to fall down my cheeks.
"I don't know, Nicole, I don't know."
And I stared at him, wishing I could tell him, Tell him how much I loved him. How I could love him so much more than any girl did. But I couldn't because he was my best friend, and best friend's don't ruin each other's lives.
But I guess being friends was only at the past.
YOU ARE READING
Dear You,
RomanceDear you, YES YOU! It's been how many years already.. Why did our friendship end? What did we do wrong? I miss you.
