We were not, nor are, nor will ever be friends.

So many time has passed for me to realize what I just did today. I have many times called you what you are not; yet, I had always thought of it as true. Many days have passed for me to notice we are not what we used to call each other, that we were lying all the time: we are not friends, nor will ever be. 


How come I haven't figured it out already? I just dunno. It was probably because I was too immature to understand, to identify between who is a "friend" and who really isn't. You and me, we were mere acquaintances or lovers. But never something in the between.


It saddens me a bit. All this time I was believing a hoax. Sort of... disappointing. Besides, we know we cannot keep this rhythm. Friendship could be all that is left. But we're different, far from what friends are: alike. I know this is not going to last much longer. We're going to high school and we know we won't get to see each other, in spite of our wishes to keep in touch. You'll meet people, I'll meet people. We will forget each other, until one day something will remind us of each other and feel that nostalgia flowing right through our veins.


It's agonizing. It's dying.


And it hurts, for you have marked my thoughts for the rest of my life.


But I have picked my poison.


This will no longer live, whatever its name is. 


This post stands as one monument for the once-thought friendship that never was. 


Farewell.
It was very nice to meet you.
Good luck.




I'll miss you.