i’m here. you know there’s no more to be said. there’s no more grief for me, not love, just a ‘liking’ towards you. i’ll always like you and i don’t care if your face got mangled, that’s not why i ever liked you in the first place. what do you want from me? i don’t want to be your friend, i want to be more. and sometimes when you want that, its better to not be anything at all then because it hurts.