Said whoa.'

A blindside.

a hook to the ego

you hit me with the truth of where our

friendship died.

when you stopped believing in me

when i stopped hiding behind our friendship

I think youre my first love.

Connecting with another at the realest level

shared experiences.

Miles apart.

living together

until we met eachother.

I miss you.

I might hate you.

Can your best friend be the love

of your life.

in the most platonic of ways?

or your worst enemy.

Heaven help me.

sf