A letter to someone i’m losing.
Dear you,
Do you remember 7th grade, when we first started hanging out, and we would play minecraft and try to team up with people in bed wars? That never really worked. I miss that, so much. Being with you was my safe place, we never had a picture perfect friendship but I was never scared. I was such a change from back home, I was never ready to let that feeling go, I’m not ready to let you go. Maybe I should have given you more space back then, maybe I shouldn’t trust so easily, maybe it’s time I stopped trying because I know you already have.
Us playing bedwars is a good analogy for our friendship though, me throwing you all my gold and iron and you never doing the same. Instead you take my gold and iron and buy a bomb to blow up in my face. Expect its not a bomb because it’s started with the little things. First you stopped calling, then you stopped texting unless you needed me, then you stopped answering my snapchat’s. You snap back with a picture of your shoulder when I am crying and when I send you something funny.
I have become second best. But that’s okay as long as your happy.
(this was kinda just a rant and it’s bad bc i didn’t proofread it and i had a lot more to say but imma go cry instead of finishing it.)
