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just friends.
that's all it'll ever be.
just friends.
maybe even best friends.
but still,
just friends.
the cycle's starting over again. this time it's not as intense, but it's getting there.
he still likes her. which drives me insane, because she hurt him so badly. and i see the
look in his eyes as he stares at her, and i remember myself doing the same exact thing.
and having the same exact feelings, burning into me.
she walks over to say she's sorry and i hear him say "it's fine" to her with his cheerful
voice, and i know it's fake.
it's fake.
just friends.
i thought today would be the greatest day ever, and we'd dance together, and life would be
perfect. and then tomorrow, we'd go rollerblading. and in the summer, we'd be back in the
original circle, with dan.dan.dan.
just friends.
i've lost the ability to use my right hand.
my eyes hurt. there are about fifty tissues on the floor.
just friends.
x.