If I told you, you'd just say "nevermind" or "uh huh".
Face it, you would. You know you would.
It's not that I love you in that way. I wont speak for you, but I dont think I'm old enough to know what love is. Still, everyone needs friends, and you WERE my friend. I guess, in a way, you still are, but it's just not the same anymore.
I doubt you'd remember -- and I'm glad that you dont -- but it bugs me a bit, to think that we cant talk like we used to. Maybe I'm paranoid. What am I to you? We never really talked much. It was just charm. Stupid charm. And hormones, of course. Yet you always knew what to say. I'm not seeking for that. I've had enough of that already. But nonetheless, I apologize. I apologize for being insensitive, if that's what it seemed like to you. People tell me that you are fine, and I honestly believe them. But, if that's the case, can't we just go on acting like normal? It's impossible to erase the past, and I know it, but can't we look over it? When I go back, if I go back, if I ever decide to walk back to that good ol' gym and watch you guys train again, if ____, _____ and _____ come up to talk to me, will you come with them? Will you still be laughing? Or will you ignore me, and let me ditch Singapore, ditch Raffles, ditch everything I've been hoping for? I know ____, ____ and ____ will be there, I know they will. But it's different. Don't you see? I dont know you, I admit. I hardly know you. But it bugs me. You were someone I could talk endlessly to, and never get bored. True, sometimes, you didnt agree with me, but it was okay. You really cheered me up.
It's not really the same anymore, and maybe it'll never be the same
But I'm sorry.
