this will be the very first time i am going to admit that i am losing had lost something. i was looking through photographs, in my friendster account, and found out that something was really missing. there were friends, then there was pride. i was hoping for another chance at everything. i had friends who loved me like family, one thing i threw all away.
i finished looking at a profile page, looking back, i realized that he was one friend i have been missing, he was my best friend. but then i knew it was my fault i was already using the past tense.
he was there when i needed him, and i didn’t even stay for his birthday. i just went there seeing he was happy, greeting him, then walked away.
i’ve seen what he’d been through with that bitch girl, but then i chose to do the same, though not to him.
i loved him, but not in love with him.
he was the big brother i never had.
my superhero, my wolverine.
how i wish there was a way back.
don’t get me wrong i will never be attached to him in a romantic way. he was a friend. a brother.
but then i realized that he was not missing me.
it was excruciating, i lost him.
i lost the brother i had already had.
i miss you b.
