The lost BFF II- It's going to take some getting over..

Once you've been hurt, it's hard to get attached again. When your hearts broken, its hard to trust again.
We broke up a few months again, but it still hurts.
It starts with a simple question- "Who's your best friend in the whole world?" ............... and I'm blank. No answer.
Cos no one can ever take her place. We've been together for eight years, and though I had accepted the breakup gracefull, I can't help but think of her every time I am forced to contemplate the word "best friend"
We've shared a lot with each other, been through a lot together, trusted each other with our deepest, darkest secrets. and now, there's a big hole in my heart. Empty space she's left behind.
I mean, I have lots of friends. I'm not dying of a broken heart, but I still miss her. She's what you can call my first love- never forgotten.
I've learned to be brave about loss, and get over attachments, but sometimes there's too much left unsaid, so many memories left halfway. Too many regrets.
I cry. Shit happens, and it's okay to cry.
It's a lot of hurt. And it's going to take some getting over.
I love you, M.

Untitled- The lost BFF

She's been my best friend for the past eight years. And today we're fighting.

This is the time I need her the most and she isn't here.

It's happened before.

Her not being there I mean.

Last year, we broke up. And didn't speak to each other for almost an entire year.

I don't wanna write about her.

I don't like being emotional about people. I'd rather not care.

'Course there's a cause that's lost before it begins.

I'm a hopeless emotional.

I always felt like my ability to love people was my strength. Now I'm forced to wonder- is it a weakness in disguise?

Take S Jo for instance. I'm emotional to the point of irritation about him. He has his flaws, and I choose to completely overlook them..

Its the same with MS. Despite everything she did to hurt me last year, I took her back, no questions asked.

And I love her, I do.

But I'm not the most emotionally-equipped person at showing how I feel. Putting it in one sentence.. If I'm nice to you, I probably don't even like you, and if I'm rude, I love you.

I have a sharp edge and a blunt tongue and a vicious brain, but underneath it I'm fiercely loyal.

I cannot go up to her and tell her I need her, but I can feel it all the same.

I can cry for her, and listen to songs about her, and even look at our pictures together, but it's hard for me to tell her how much she means to me.

My only hope is for her to know, deep in her heart that her best friend feels quite lonely without her, and that she needs to come back.

In the meantime, I can still stare at the phone that won't beep.