Over time, I've learned that people leave, even if they promise not to. But I knew anyway, that you'd leave as soon as you can. I was lying to myself, when I thought you were my friend. I simply didn't want to be alone.
And now, when I'm sitting alone at our favourite place, I ask myself a hundred questions.
Have you changed so much, or have I never really known you? Did I trusted you to much? Am I the reason, for your leaving?
But with the time it becomes clear. And every now and then, I realise how many people we have hurt. How many hearts we have broken. And everyone of us is doing this right now, and the height is that the most of us don't know it. It hurt's to know being guilty. It really hurts. But that changes nothing. We have to change something, if we hurt each other. But now it's to late, to be your friend. You passed away and I didn't saw the chance to do something better than being sad, angry or hurt.