{ fragile as we are }

dear friend, 

by now you must have forgotten who I am. after all, I was the one that ended the friendship between us. I bet you hate me for just leaving without even telling you why. I just upped and disappeared. hell, I bet you won’t ever read these words. but that’s okay. we had our time together, and I was happy. I really was. not towards the end though. that’s the problem with endings - they’re never happy. in reality, a story starts with a happy starting, an average middle (hardly any climax!) and a terribly depressing ending. what went wrong, I think, was that I hardly had any time to meet you during the holidays, as I had to work to get enough money to pay for my education, whereas you didn’t have to, and because we went from spending so much time together to hardly at all - I must have just slipped out of your mind. eventually I lost my significance, and I left because I couldn’t stand you looking through me - not in the sense that you knew me inside and out, but in the sense that I was invisible to you. I guess I had a fault somewhere, although I really, really, really can’t see it. y’know, I know I left, but I still miss you. if I could have stayed, I would. but my time was up. I could tell. I still cry whenever I think of you, and I still ache. I don’t think the ache will ever go away. that’s the problem with feelings. even though the person has gone, the feeling lingers. I will always ache. and eventually I will stop crying, but I will always shed a tear or two. the feeling always linger, that goddamn phantom menace.