You and I have been like two peas in a pod. We've been like hot and cold. We've been best friends one minute, and enemies the next.
You and I have made it work. When you're down and dissing yourself, I'm there to pick you up and tell you its okay.
You and I are slowly fading. All these years we've grown to live with each other's life styles. But some things changed.
We never talk or visit, we're always busy doing this, or doing that. We never make time to spend enjoying each other's company.
Part of it, is because you are allowed to do so much more, that I view as wrong.
You do this, and you do that, and expect me to be okay with it. Most of the time, I just go along, because you're my best friend; and I want to spend time with you, but I'm not okay.
I do this, and I do that, so much different from what you do, and you look down upon me, as though I'm some child who needs to be let out of a cage.
You and I are not going to work. It's been 6 weeks since we talked last, and I hate to say it, but I think I like the separation better this way.