It wasn't me but it wasn't necessarily you
either. I mean, you were never really there for me, I
always felt like you were just waiting for the next best
thing to come around. It's was never a secure or healthy
friendship. In hindsight, we just clung to each other because we
didn't have anyone else, and I guess that made us
resent each other more. We had our good moments, and I
remember all those times we would laugh until our stomachs hurt
and tears streamed from our eyes. I'll never forget the look
on your face when you laugh, and how your eyes go all
tiny and crinkle at the sides. I still think back
to our times together when I'm feeling especially nostalgic,
and I never think back with any feelings of angst. I do get hurt
a little though. Because you made forgetting seem so effortless.
Sometimes I think it's just an act, and that leaving
wasn't that easy for you. But other times, I begin to
question myself; am I really that forgettable?