All this time I thought that you were really my friend, that you’re really that someone that I can run to when all my fears come and chase me. The one that I’ll get to hold on when things in my life starts to fall into pieces. All throughout these years that I’ve kept our friendship so dear in my heart, the fights that ended up into another stage of knowing each other deeper. You have witnessed all the risk that I took just to give myself some contentment in life, all the roads that I went through in my life or simply in searching that right one for me.
I get to correct all these things when it all came out right from the cruel side of you lips, the meanest beat of your heart. But no matter how all those words really hurt me, I don’t get to convince myself to hate you, nor deny everything that we’ve shared. For there’s one thing I never get to tell you. That is what I really see you, the way you really meant to me all this years.
You weren’t just the typical kind of friend to me. You were the best despite all the pain and ignorance you gave me for some time. You are truly the best of your kind. Don’t ask why cause I will be stating all the reasons why.
To whom do I run to and cry all the problems I failed to solve. To whom do I ask back-up in times of arguments to some of my peers. To whom do I call when I feel that I am missing someone. Let me just tell you something that would definitely sum everything up, you really are that special best friend that made every incomplete part of me whole.
Thank you and I hope that despite of the words you gave me that I’m not your friend and that I never was,would make you happy now and until the rest of time.
