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It's really funny how much I miss you, considering how little you care about me. How little you've ever cared about me. Five years and I still haven't let this go. Five years' worth of respective growth has brought us here. One side of a pair has grown astoundingly, remarkably into something slightly sad, but really very strong. Something, a person, who still struggles, but always overcomes. A person. The other, using and destroying various crutches over the years just to keep up. Growing only in stature, vertical inches into a person loathing most, fiercely loving the others. A person reaching out so desperately to others to help them, to comfort them, all in order to simply be comforted in return by performing these seemingly mere actions. Reaching out to be a friend when one says they have none- but in truth have many. Reaching out, but never touching a soul. A person never allowed to get so close to another so as to be first and foremost, even second or third, in a train of thought. A person never allowed to get so close as that, but a person who knows more and cares more than the other could ever imagine.
Five years' time, and what has come of it? A schism between friends- a growing crevasse between two people, one growing while the other regresses. Both moving forward in time, but the former budding and blooming while the latter weeps and wilts.
Five year's time, with another yet to go. Then two people will become two seperate people, finally giving the first an excuse to officially abandon the latter. Not that it should be any other way.
Five years' time, and what has come of it? A schism between friends- a growing crevasse between two people, one growing while the other regresses. Both moving forward in time, but the former budding and blooming while the latter weeps and wilts.
Five year's time, with another yet to go. Then two people will become two seperate people, finally giving the first an excuse to officially abandon the latter. Not that it should be any other way.