Don't get me wrong, I still like you.
But it seems that we've run out of the magic we once had, and I can't say for sure but perhaps its due to the fact that you're hurting.
And it's not the futility of the whole enterprise either, (because you know my love-hate relationship with futility) but it seems rather disrespectful to be going after you while you're still grieving over what seems to be a tragic, unrequited love.
I'd like to be a consoling friend, if nothing else, but very much like Love, Friendship isn't something you can force either.
I still owe you some good karma for my birthday wish, and until I can repay it in full, I hope my sincerest wishes that at the very least you don't hurt alone would suffice. Never underestimate the power of company, I say.
Until then, I shall be satisfied with this;
...which I still smile about sometimes. =)
The way you wear your hat,
The way you sip your tea,
The memory of all that,
No no, they can't take that away from me.
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