He lay on his bed, arms beneath his head, wondering what would happen next. He had sent the texts, but had it been enough? He liked her, a lot. But just as a friend. I mean, it wasn't more than that, was it?
She turned up her ipod and sang along to the songs that mirrored her emotions. She was sad, not at losing him, but at losing "us", because there had been an "us." Not romantically, but their friendship...it was something special. Less than a relationship, but more than friends.
He looked at his clock. She still hadn't replied. What was this? Wasn't she going to forgive him? She always did...
Life was good. She hadn't thought of him in a full 24 hours. Oh crap. She just thought of him. But only to think that she hadn't thought of him, so that doesn't count, right?
He saw her at school and she didn't see him. Well, that's what he told himself, because the fact that she had ignored him hurt more than he cared to admit.
She missed him. She really did. But life was alright without him. She would survive. She would move on. There was someone better out there, she just knew it.
He was okay. He didn't need her. She was just missing out. But it was strange not telling her everything. He sorta, kinda, really missed his best friend.
He was her best friend. She knew she forgave him. But they could no longer be what they were. Their friendship had already been lost.
"Do you miss me?"
"Do you miss me?"
"I asked first."
"...I do."
"I do too, but at the same time I don't. I can live without you now."
"So what does that mean for us?"
"It means something. I don't know what yet, but it means something. Something big. Something neither you or I can understand."
"So are we still friends?"
"I don't know."
"But I miss you."
"I don't know if that's enough anymore."
~otw
