Letting Go

I'm slowly letting him back in. Even though its five minutes I get to at least spend with him, I'm happy. I know I probably won't get my best friend back, but if this is as close as I'll get; I accept. As I listen to songs that remind me of us, I also accept that it was real at one point. True Friends.

Though I can't give him what he wanted, I hope he's happy; even if he's more happy then I am.

When I catch his glance, I sometimes can't look him in the eye. At one point in time, I wanted to give us a try, but why would I want to jeopardize a friendship as close as ours. Even then he barely go into a relationship and I wasn't going to allow my jealousy ruin it. Though he was mine first, I let him go.

Moving on from what "used to be" is hard for me. I don't think I can hug him, tell him I love him. Now that I look back on it I should have given more hugs, took advantage of hugging him; because now I'm paying for it.

So here is the last "I Love You."