Slipped Away.

I’ve been keeping these thoughts to myself until now. I rarely talk about these kind of stuffs because I am the type of person who’d endure just to save a friendship. I’m not writing this to gain sympathy or anything, because I don’t want one. And for the record, I’m hurt and disappointed,  but definitely not angry. 

I missed you. I MISS YOU.

I missed you. I MISS YOU.

But it got to a point when missing you made me numb, waiting for you to return to what you were before.

• When you weren’t able to read that first published write-up, it’s okay. You say you’re just busy. I understand.—Only to find out that you’ve read and re-read that letter you got from someone you consider special. Am I not that special to you, too? L
• When you start distancing away from me, I tried to understand. We’re both busy; we don’t have the same schedules. It’s okay.
• When you forgot to tell me the current happenings in your life;it’s okay.
  
  I tried to understand. 
  Maybe you’re still not that eager to share.
• When you started to drift away from me, I tried to understand.
• When you don’t text me anymore to ask for my opinions on things, I tried to understand. I see you have new friends to share thoughts with.

I was hurt all those time but you didn’t see.

Maybe you've heard. But you haven’t listened.

Maybe you've seen it; but you haven’t paid attention. :(

Now, I’m starting to be a different person.

And when I start to find new friends to share thoughts with.

I hope you’ll understand.