cwm.

The third day of every month, the day I despise and wish to skip. It's a pity that my birthday falls on third of next month, but I didn't expect you to know that. Perhaps that was the one thing I may have learnt from you, not to expect anything, because I never would have expected that someone so seemingly humble as yourself would have been willing to put me through what you did. You lifted me up above cloud nine and then left me to fall further than I had been in a long time. The worst part was that you did it without looking back. Surely I shouldn't have expected that. I find it easiest to blame myself, purely because I believe you'd disregard any blame I put on to you. And despite all of the things I hate you for, you still have one massive and crucial part of me. I'm too scared to say the things that are worth saying to you anymore, because I know you have chosen to take an alternative path and I know that we fight and seem to be friends less than we are strangers these days, but I love you and I accept that. Perhaps that was the difference that I had to learn.
I know now the difference between loving someone and being in love with them.
I am aware that none of this makes sense, but we never made sense so I am not going to edit it because it is raw and that was all we ever were; raw emotions.
I hate everything about the way this turned out.
Happy 3rd of the month CWM, make your wish.