dear boy who opens up to me now,
we've been talking for three weeks now, constantly passing notes in class like we did three years ago.
you would do that stupid smiley face and i would smile because that was your thing.
today, you wrote down something i've been anticipating; why you stopped talking to me, to everyone.
your note read:
"ash, these probably aren't the words you would expect from me so soon. i know it's been killing you, so you need to know now.
once michael, you know, everything crashed down. he was my best friend, he was all of our best friend. he just," scribble, "he left us without any word, any reason. just a goodbye and a body hanging from the ceiling fan. i was fucked up, i couldn't talk so after a month of lying to myself saying i was okay, i threw my phone at the wall and stopped talking to you and calum.
it was never you, it was me not moving on and i'm sorry i abandoned my best friend. things just turned to shit, ash, real fast. i couldn't get you guys included in that."
i ran out of the classroom and cried and wrote this letter. i miss michael.
from, boy who wants your pain to end (just not like michael's did).
