Maybe it's better this way.
Maybe we're happier.
That's why we've made it this way, right?
So why do I find my cheeks wet, as I lie here in my chilly room, my long hair sticking to my face.
A shiver runs up my spine. My voice quivers ever so slightly as I breath in, trying to stop the tears.
It was getting too serious. We needed a friendship break.
It doesn't work that way. I don't even know what a "Friendship break" Is supposed to mean.
It was just for fun. It wasn't supposed to last forever. It was nothing. Something to overlook. A short chapter of our lives.
But as press a button on my phone, the screen lights up like always. And amidst the lock screen buttons and the time, I see his face. My smile. No, it can't be over.
It can't be over. What is a friendship break anyways?
It's a sugar coated, impossible lie.
A cover up, because we didn't know what else to do.
I miss her. I miss us.
Keep in mind; I am not a sappy person. I didn't know how much I loved her until we were stupid enough to part ways.
I actually cried today.
Keep in mind; I do not cry. When my mom asked me what happened though, it spilled.
I tried to be cool about it. "Oh, we broke up," I tried. Mothers always know better than that. By the time he story was over, I was balling like a little baby.
And I don't cry.
Maybe it will have to end. Forever. Someday.
But not today.
Not about me, but true. Sort of. What do you think? Is this a sad story or what?