Probably didn't help that last night I read a very sweet lovey book and then talked to my best friend for a while about her current love issues. The problem she has right now is one I've dealt with a lot... including with the fool I was talking about up there. *points at note after song*
It was his choice that we are not even friends anymore. It's weird to think that we were close (very close) friends for such a very long time, and now we barely speak to one another. I don't know if that's because he's changed, or because I've changed, or because we've both changed. I expect more the latter. *sigh*
I was the person he came to with his insecurities, his problems, his questions. I was who he came to with prayer requests.
And now I'm nothing to him, and it's so hard to push him down to the same place in my heart that I hold in his.
I try to ignore, but I don't think that's really a tremendously healthy way to do things.
Maybe I should write it out. Like in an essay, or a poem, or a song. Sometimes that has helped me in the
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It was his choice that we are not even friends anymore. It's weird to think that we were close (very close) friends for such a very long time, and now we barely speak to one another. I don't know if that's because he's changed, or because I've changed, or because we've both changed. I expect more the latter. *sigh*
I was the person he came to with his insecurities, his problems, his questions. I was who he came to with prayer requests.
And now I'm nothing to him, and it's so hard to push him down to the same place in my heart that I hold in his.
I try to ignore, but I don't think that's really a tremendously healthy way to do things.
Maybe I should write it out. Like in an essay, or a poem, or a song. Sometimes that has helped me in the
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people don't make much sense
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