Runaway; Jensen Gomez
You were my best friend and I thought those kinds of relationships would last forever. We talked about doing so many things together.
Go surfing.
Put up a shirt business.
Travel.
Go to the same university.
Even take up the same majors.
I never knew it would hurt so much when you decided to leave me. You didn't even give me a second chance. You left me empty and weary. I didn't know what to do first. I don't know if that even matters.
Be mad.
Be sad.
Feel nothing.
Brush it off.
Give you time.
Try again.
I tried so much. I tried for two years. One day i just came to accept the fact that I had to learn to live without you. I had to let you go. I had to pick myself up. And in the four years that have passed, the new friends I made weren't anything like you.
I still have all the things you gave me. The book you made for my birthday. The notebook for creative purposes. The shirt you never got to wear.
I'd tell my new friends about you and how you asked me to prom. I told them how you made me feel, the one I never got to tell you at all.
Today I tried again. Now I feel like a child learning how to walk for the first time because it isn't like long time friends who see each other again and hug it out with a long string of stories to match, acting as if lost time is easy to make up for. Because it's not. Four years has passed and I still don't know how to act around you. I'm scared that I might do something to create a greater distance between us.
Four years has passed and we're finally doing all of the things we used to talk about doing together. But we're doing it separately.
