Right now is the time to suck it in, Summer.
I don't care if she doesn't look at me the same anymore.
I don't care if she doesn't need me anymore.
I don't care who is right or wrong.
But I do care about her.
I don't know why I still do... nor do I care.
I'm worried and it's impossible to hide it. And that has to mean something.
I always wanted her to know that I'm always a shoulder to cry on, even if she probably has a whole bunch of friends that probably more worth it than I am.
If she doesn't need me, she will tell me and I know.
If she doesn't miss me, it won't matter.
Because I'll try.
And if the wound reopens, or heals, at least I know I tried.
It can't be over. Not yet, not until I get my answers.
The buttons felt cold under my fingertips. I took a long breath and exhaled, making sure that I got the message across properly.
~~~
"Hey, Winter...
Written with a pen,
sealed with a kiss.
If you're my friend,
please answer me this:
"Are we friends or are we not?"
You told me once but I forgot.
So tell me now,
and tell me true,
so I can say, 'I am here for you'.
You're the one I won't forget,
And if I should die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven
and wait for you."
~~~
I'll wait for your reply patiently.
