The End Is Where We Start From.

Dear ex best friend,

I’ve written a few things to you on tumblr before. I follow you, though you don’t follow me. So you never see them anyway. 

But I wish we still spoke. Granted, it was my fault we no longer speak, and it’s up to me if i want to fix things, because I don’t blame you if you don’t want to speak to me further than the random texts we send each other maybe once every few months. 

Everytime I pass your house I want to call and ask if you’re busy, and if I can come in if you’re home and see you and your momma and you and visit and laugh and just be how we used to. But I hate confrontation. And if you were to say “no” and just didn’t want to see me ever again, it would hurt. But I would understand, because I deserve that.

But I miss you. A lot.