My life seems to enjoy consistently reminding me that you and I could never be together, that you don’t want us to be together, and that I’m hopelessly into you. I couldn’t be anymore obvious with how I feel, as much as I try to squash it. I’m getting better at it and there is an end in sight, but the road getting there is rocky at best. I just want you to know that I’m trying, as hard as it is, because you are still important to me, even if things can’t be the way I’d like. Even when I push you away, though, I hope that you do know that you’re important to me. I’ll move on, but I won’t be able to forget everything. This will be a long, difficult goodbye -I suppose you’ve been trying to say goodbye for a while now, though I refused to let go initially – but you’ve got a friend in me, if you ever need one. I’m going to lose you completely soon enough, but that offer is withstanding. Really.

Maybe in another life. You always told me that you did this or that in another life... crazy adventures, and stories that I was always caught up in, bits and pieces of you slowly showing to me... So maybe, just maybe I can be one of those crazy stories, from another life...