I wish I could tell you I’m sorry.. and then we’d make up easily.. just like those times when we were too naive; even too young to meddle with our parents’ adult lives.

But it’s different now. We’ve grown old and stubborn and proud. We’ve created these great walls against each other.

However, there’s a part of my heart you took with you when you had gone. And no matter how many times I say I hate you, it still hurts me that our friendship ended this way.

I miss you. But I shouldn’t tell you.. because I value things that you don’t, because I have to stand up for what I believe in, because I am not that young girl I used to be.

Love,

Ysaw

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