Close as Strangers
It’s depressing as fuck, you were so close to me, i thought you were my sister. You were my best friend, you were my 2am phone call. I told you everything — my favorite color, my favorite food, my fears, my favorite number. I knew everything about you, you knew everything about me. We were best friends. You promised me, that no matter what, we would always be together. That we would always have each other. But most importantly, you promised me that you would catch me and my heart every time it got broken. You gave me security. You were my best friend. Were is the keyword here. I hope you understand everything you have put me through.