-wilted flowers on notebook pages
so many things I forgot-
I can’t help but think: I guess it would be easier to accept if you had died or something.
How conceited I must really be to think that someone wouldn’t want to associate with me anymore
I don’t have a way to reach out to you, not really at least.
previous silence standing as an example
don’t you understand that the cruelest thing is to tease friendship after searing closed holes poked and widened by my own incompetence and obliviousness
its been a while, but i still think about this and you often
still not sure