The tears rolling down her cheek, the lies I've told. I loved her truly, but never told. It wasn't time for me to be rude, it was time for me to be frank.
I'm sorry it had to come like this, with a wave like knife. as I write these words, solemn and sad, I think about those other times, when we were mad. It's like a dream.
To have, to hold, to share about those fun times and experiences. I'll come back tomorrow for you, and if your not there, I'll stay until the end. because you truly were...
A friend till the end