I'm sitting here, in my one bedroom apt, in the new town that I moved to.
And I'm thinking,
about a lot of things.

Mostly old friendships, and the town I left behind.

I AM loving it here... but I can't help but wish sometimes I was still in the past.

I miss my old friends.
They were some of the best that I have.
I still talk to most of them on a regular bases and know they are there if I need them.

But there's one I don't talk to.
and I shouldn't talk to him.
Maybe that's why we don't talk...

But I wish we did... at least some.
He was the one i considered my best friend for almost 3 years.
He hurt me... but that didn't change that i could talk to him.

and now that we've both moved and he's living with his new girl...
It seems like he doesn't even remember that I exist.
All I want is the friendship back.
I miss the person I could talk to about anything.
even if his responses weren't truthful half the time.
just having him there meant something.

I try to text him every now and then... but he's only replied once...
and then left me hanging.

Why?
What did I do?
I'm just trying to keep the friendship we had..
which he told me on MULTIPLE occassions that he wants.
To be friends.
but when I try...
he doesn't care.

the new friends here aren't enough for me to be happy...
not yet anyways...
and my old friends will always play a big part in my life.
including him...
even if he won't talk to me.

so much for remaining friends.

*sigh*