I used to know that when I woke up each afternoon, that I had someone to talk to. Someone I could rely on to tell me everything. That person made me laugh, and even understood me when I texted them half asleep.
That person gave me a constant high just by texting me, and I hope/somewhat know that I did to them. Regardless how our day was going, that person made us feel better. There was always an agreement, even through playful fighting, but most importantly real passion for the talk. There was never a doubt in my mind whether or not that they didn’t want to talk just to talk, and not just because they felt like they had to.
We used to talk on the phone after I got off of work, but they always fell asleep when it was my turn to tell them about my day. They said that they loved listening to my voice, and I loved that they wanted to listen. We set out time for each other and almost never gave that time up. Our best times were when we were together, even when they were the worst.
I used to never feel unwanted. I used to never reminisce in a sad tone; I hadn’t a reason to. I used to never cry thinking about it, but now, I sometimes catch a tear or two escaping.
They don’t want to text me all the time anymore. They don’t feel like calling me anymore. They don’t feel like they care as much as they did to me. The shoddy sentences. The one word replies. The distance in their tone, like its an obligation to ‘catch up’ with me… They don’t even read this anymore…
I would have given them the world, if they asked me to. Now, I have to ask if they even want me to talk to them.
I just want my bestfriend back.