we were close for a moment, though all the distance was there.
The closest I’ve been to you in a year in a half physically, you were inside. With him, your new life together.
my mind went through scenarios, of course it did. but all i did was drop your brother off and leave.
i haven’t hurt over you in such a long time. but the proximity, the impossible possibilities…
it never really got resolved, time just glossed over it. I said my piece last year, perhaps more than enough. you made it clear where you stood.
i dont think things would be different. besides which, you’re a package deal, and i never fit in well to it.
maybe it’s pride. some self righteousness. but it’s also realistic.
i said it was better we still not be friends. it was the truth. it *is* the truth. we’re better off separate.