We used to talk every day. That’s how we became best friends. We knew everything about each other inside and out. 

Now we almost never talk. When we do, It’s either about Thomas or you really don’t seem like you want to talk to me. I feel stupid when the latter occurs.

I can’t wait for the day we start talking every day like we used to again. If it ever comes. I love you enough to try and hold my tongue and be patient.

I loved you more than anything whereas your flame constantly went out.

When our conversations died out you never bothered to bring them back to life.

I want to help you be happy even when it makes me miserable because I still love you more than anything.

You complain about how he couldn’t have possibly lost all feeling for her so quickly. Did you ever consider how you did the same thing?

I want to be patient and wait for the day I can hug you again.

One day when you realize just how much I love you,

I hope it won’t be too late.