I miss you, but this is bullshit. I’ve heard for the longest time how badly you treat me and how messed up our “friendship” is but I turned an overly naive, extremely blind eye to it. “Best friends” don’t use each other the way we do. They don’t only turn to each other when one is horny and the other is searching for comfort of any kind. They don’t do what we do. And if I was any sort of smart I would stop tolerating it, not only because you are involved with her again, but because it’s unfair to me and it’s just absolute bullshit.

But I miss you. So that sucks, too.

Have you ever stood in a moment that encompassed everything wonderful and yet everything terrible at the exact same time? I had such a moment, actually more than just one, over the course of the weekend. And it got me to thinking how true that old cliche is; you know, the one about everything happening for a reason? I hate saying it. I hate how it sounds and I hate how it feels and I just hate everything about the phrase. But the problem is that it’s just so damn true. And sometimes, it takes intense moments of overwhelming emotion and nostalgia to bring that to light.