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♥Sunday, September 14, 2008 ' 10:16 AM ♥

Awesome. ♥

I used to have this friend.
Someone whom I was close with.
She had a friend too, I thought she hated that friend.
But it was not what I perceived.
Whenever this friend of hers was not present, I was so happy and all because if her friend was present, she would ignore me.
I felt like I was being used for her comfort.
When her friend was not there she would hang out with me.
But when her friend was around, I was invisible.
It hurt, deep inside.
We still talk, she thinks I still like her.
I do, not that I hate her or anything.
But it hurts to be used for comfort.
I think now its time, time to tell her that I've had enough of being used.
But it hurts, again.
To tell her how I feel.
What if I had misunderstood her intentions.
What if she never meant to do it.
Still deep inside I will not forget the times we had.
But now my dearie, I've had enough.
You can mambo jambo with your best friend.
I don't want to be a part of the little dance.
I have my life.
And I will not speak to you, unless spoken to.

Thanks for all the memories we had.
But...
It's Over!