My little book of poems.

My best friend.

To the best friend, that wasn't a best friend.

It may have not been a friendship, it never was a relationship, it was really all based on looks. Me and you both know that. But it still doesn't make me not miss my "best friend". No, we didn't have a ton of conversations. I wish we did.
If it had happened at a different time, maybe it would have been something more. Now you've moved on, and I still think about you. Will that ever go away? Probably not for a while.
I wish I could tell you I'm happy for you, and congratulate you on getting your permit, I know it's a small feat, but I still wish I could tell you it's awesome that you got it.
It sucks that we both knew it wasn't ever going to happen, I guess that's the sad part. We both knew, but I'm still sad, and your doing just fine.