“That was it: I expected something back. I expected something in return, some acknowledgement, anything really. Friendships also come to an end eventually and I’m deeply, deeply sad and sorry that ours has found its end. I didn’t want to go on without ever hearing from you again, but I guess we’re both too tired? You’re too tired to bother, I’m too tired to keep trying… I thought we would overcome everything this time, I really did, for the sake of all the great things that we’ve had together, but someone said “[…] don’t do anything expecting something back, sometimes you just have to accept it’s over and move on […]” or something along those lines. Acceptance doesn’t make it less hard, but I’m accepting, little by little. Sometimes I just miss your laugh when I say something stupid, then I think of it instead of saying it out loud and my heart skips a bit… You’re missed, just so you know if someday it makes any difference.”
this is what im feeling,
and you're just another tabletop story now,
though you're missed.
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