Miss Independent

Initially, a friendship didn’t work because I loved you as so much more than that.

A conventional relationship didn’t work because we are far too broken for anything “conventional”.

Another friendship didn’t work because we both had significant others that didn’t and refused to understand we do possess the ability to act like nothing more than friends and hide our true feelings deep down with all the others.

Another series of bad relationships with other people and our on again off again friendship failed yet again.

We talk; then we don’t. We talk again; then we block each other and pretend the other doesn’t exist. Then we talk again because at least I realize that nothing else makes sense anymore; only to get no response because you are too busy trying to be happy. Then I do the same thing to you.

We are almost always in the absolute worst position to be friends because we’ve both by now, years in to this crazy thing, come to the realization that if we were ever magically both single, magically both living in the same city, and magically not chasing after someone else that was already long gone something good may someday happen.

It’s not likely and it’s certainly not on anyone’s calendar, but someday I’ll find you in a much better place than current.

It’s not likely and it’s certainly not on anyone’s calendar, but someday I’ll find my way back to you.