There was a time when we huddled under a table together, frightened and clinging to eachother for support in a terrifying moment.
It's been 13 years since I even touched you. It's been about 17 years since I felt close to you. Why did that happen? Is it that you didn't love me the way I loved you? Or is it that you do love me still, but there's some kind of fear holding you back? A fear of rejection, or a fear of other people's disapproval. I definitely fear rejection. But I put out little signs. I implore you to see them, so that we can be friends again like we once were.