I can never really get a chance to talk to you and I mean really talk to you. You like a busy freeway and I was trying to cross but it's really hard to get through. But then I remembered how you always wanted to read my writing and I was to shy to let you and so I figured this was the perfect and best thing to actually do.
I'm not mad no I rather forgive then continue to be upset because in the end it went that route and it was traveled for a while and it didn't turn back. Sometimes there's just things you can't change, you just have to accept and I accept you as my friend because I no longer want nothing else.
I needed you to love me when no one else could, I wanted you to see this other side of me that i hold in so quietly. But that's not what it was or it never will be. I'm going on you no longer have to worry about me.
But there's something I must let myself write, your friend told me the secret, when we was talking the other night. I know about you two and truth be told I already knew and it occurred on a of couple times and I mean more then two. I knew I be glad I let you go because even to this day you still can't tell the truth.