Dear Friend,..

I told everyone I hate you. I started believing it, too.
You hurt me, I hurt you.
Somewhere in between these lies I lost it, too.
I thought I'd turn around and say something impressive, like, "I'm afraid it's too late to apologize."
But truly speaking...
I'm afraid I'll always have a soft spot for you.
No matter what, I'll always want to know what you think of a situation too.

I can deny it for the rest of my life, and live caring about you..
Or.
I could admit it right now.
You were a piece of my heart that I lost for a fraction of a moment.
Every guy I crushed on, every time I moved on,
lacked your idiotic comments and ridiculously contagious smile.
At a point I felt so hurt, by me or by you, I'm not too sure.
I stopped caring for a while.
Yes I said mean things, yes I was a bad person,
But the moment you said 'hey' again,
I saw nothing but a friend.

Some people would just make a call,
but you know me, I'm awkward.
Writing is my way of saying what I feel.
And I'm sorry.