Two years ago I met a man, a man who pushed me to relearn to enjoy things. We had so much fun. We spent lots of our days together. Even though I’d always say he was my best bud, I meant it, and I’d be single fo’ life after a while that became a lie. To myself. I fell for him when I shouldn’t have. When he left so did everything. I should’ve gave up, shouldn’t have told him once he was back. Now here I am, two years later. Our friendship over. I’m sad…oh so sad.