Clung So Tight. . .
It makes me sad that we promised weβd always stick together, that nothing would ever change us. It makes me sad that I actually believed those promises. I know that the time for letting go of the past is coming quickly, but I canβt help but cry. I know it wasnβt all for nothing, every moment made us who we are today. But why does it have to end? Why do they have to just be memories now? Why canβt we keep what we had and continue to grow?
I donβt think Iβll ever actually say goodbye to you. . .Sadly, youβll probably just fade. And every time I remember you, thereβllΒ be a dull, aching sadness to go with it. Youβll probably write to me every once in a while,Β βHey, been awhile! How are you? What cha doing? We should get together. . .β and then thereβll be silence. And itβll be the same every time.
My biggest mistake was hanging on to the desperate hope that youβd never leave me. That Iβd always be your number one, and solid ground. I clung so tight, that I couldnβt hold on to anything else. I let so many other friends slip through my life, all because I was afraid of letting go of you. I canβt let go yet, but one day Iβll need to. I shouldnβt apologize, itβs how itβs suppose to be. Iβll miss what we had, and Iβll never be able to wish enough for it back. If you come back to me, I hope Iβll be here, but Iβve learned not to make those kinds of promises.
