A Story About A Nice Girl…

And so it is…

The last time I saw you, I had the biggest urge to wave the friendliest hello.  I try to deny it but I miss you.  I know I’m supposed to hate you for how you treated me but I don’t.  We were good friends.  The last time I saw you I was tipsy and all but I’m glad that my pride still stopped me from saying hi.  But I miss our friendship and our warm hugs, trips to taco bell, early morning text and late night calls.  I can’t believe two years later we’re “enemies”.

Lesson learned: never fall in love with your best friend.

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