Tayo, I mean, as friends.
Before you sleep, do you ever wonder how I am? Do you ever think of how hurt I get because you don’t reply? Do you ever dwell on the fact that I am just waiting for a text, a call, a knock, a ‘hey’?
How could you let us fade just like that? Why was it so easy for you? Do I not matter? Am I not important? Was our friendship just a joke? Was I really just someone you ran to when problems arose?
I was there for you. Every second of every day. I listened to you. Whether it was about your grades, your girls, your family, your friends, your frat – anything. I didn’t expect anything in return. I just wanted to be there for you. And I was doing fine, until one day, you just stopped talking to me.
Did I say something wrong? Did I do something that must have hurt you?
You meant something to me. You still mean something to me. I cared about you, I missed you, I loved you, but you took it and left.
You took all those hours staying up past 1 talking while we had school the next day. You took all the tears I shed on you laughing and talking about my ex. You took all the kwentuhan sessions, the drunk calls, the angry calls, the rants, the I-bumped-into-toot stories. You took a part of my life. Why did you walk away just like that? How could you walk away just like that?
Do we have a chance to be friends again? Will you even talk to me ever again? Your friends tell me you’re ok, but you told me yourself you’d talk to me when you’re fine. But how come I am still not yet getting your message? I guess you’ll just never connect to me again.
Yes I miss your instant replies. Your dry humor. Your rough comments. Your stupid remarks. Your incessant compliments about your crushes. Your reactions. Yes I miss you and I am not ashamed to say so.
I just wish you miss me too.