Where I become cold as ice emotionally for weeks on end, not feeling a damn thing except emptiness. That’s when I tend to portray love and pain the best, though. I can fake it like no other.

I always honestly knew that our friendship would be the one thing I’d never be able to let go of. Sure, I was in love with you and at some point you also believed that you were in love with me, but I’m glad that we never dated. That would have made it so much harder when you pushed me out of your life over the girl who was suppose to be my best friend. You know what though? I get on Tumblr and check your page at least once a week, and you don’t know it. I’m happy that you’re finally happy, and I wish I could actually tell you that. I’m sitting in the back of a crowded computer lab, tearing up, because I know that you probably don’t even think of me anymore. Some day I’ll grow the balls to hit that “Follow” button on your page then. I’d like to add you back on Facebook, but you still have me blocked anyway. Maybe we’ll be friends again sometime. Funny how my only mistake was the one that broke us apart, when you held on to everyone else no matter what they did.

I knew from the second she said she liked you that it would be the end of both of those friendships. Funny how I miss you, but I don’t give a shit less about her.