No matter how different the lives we lead are or how unstable our friendship is, it will always be you. It's ridiculous to think that it took me up until now to realize all of this, because it's always been there, staring me in the face, practically screaming every time we pass or talk.
But the past is the past. I had my chance and blew it.
I'd be a fool to think you'd ever give another.
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