From a political debate we shift to a talk on what we are and where we stand, and when you don't hear the words you expected, you dismiss me like trash? It's been two years, but you haven't changed a bit. It's been two years, and you say you're still not used to not having me around. It's been two years. I don't think your issues are my problem any longer.
Within those two years I may not have been the best friend in the world, I may not have been trying to be, at all, but I've always thought we were friends. Hearing this from you makes me think you were keeping up that friendship act just because you were expecting something more, some time soon. I'm no expert, but I don't believe that's how friendship works.
I will not be doing you justice if I fail to mention how I chose to end things, how I ended things my way. Taking that into account, I have been selfish. I had been willing to let go easily, with the rationalization of 'What's still there to hold on to?' I didn't give you a chance to fight, because I had already lost hope. I just didn't care anymore.
I'm not being dismissive just for the sake of it. I'm not ready to set a definite path where we would be headed, with all the shit that's going on in life. I thought you, of all people, as one of my closest friends, would understand that.
Maybe this time, too, I will be choosing to see things still in my own perspective. It's an awful cliche, but I'll need to stay away from you for your own good. (And maybe mine, too, because that short 'quarrel' got me thinking too much.) I can't repair us as friends alone, and we can't work on being friends if it's just a means to get to something else, something I can't say will happen, something I'm not sure I want anymore.
It's been two years. It's about time we both moved on.