She was the only one who treated me as a human being. I felt nothing but happiness. She became my closest friend, and therein lies the problem. I don’t fancy her, at least not anymore. When she speaks of others, I can’t lie, it hurts a little. But it’s because I feel like I’d lose a part of myself. No more comforting talks, no more hugs, no more movie nights, no more endless convos. It’s weird really, I never thought I’d be so calm about it, despite the pain. I want to cry, but there isn’t really a point to it. I’m not losing a friend, just the experience of sharing moments of fun. It’ll get better… I’m sure of it.
