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.