It's been 2 months, I'm glad we can talk again.
We can be friends, it feels normal being friends, we were friends first afterall. It's fun to talk and message again, I missed my best friend.
Message me when your drunk and at a hookups house. Suddenly I realise that being friends is great, but somethings about our friendship hurts me, and this is definitely one.
Four years of our lives together, and you can move on in two months and hookup with guys and girls like it's no problem, so I'm the problem for not being able to do the same, right?
The pain I feel seeing and hearing about your 'exploration' is unjust, it's uneeded, yet it's still here and I don't know what to do with it.
Maybe i can't let go of love I felt for years quite as easily as you, I'm sorry.
