i was looking through my old photos and you were there. i noticed that you never really laughed at my antics. you even seemed annoyed. it makes me wonder if ive misread our friendship the whole entire time. memories of me doing stupid things and saying stupid stuff flood my mind, and now i cant stop thinking about whether you really wanted to be with me. did you look forward to me coming? did you breath a sigh of relief when you saw me in my seat? did you think all day about what you would talk to me about? did you ever want me? or was i a nuisance, an annoyance, someone you had to put up with? did you even like me? if i asked you these questions back when we were stil friends, you would have reassured me that of course, why wouldnt i like you, you're my best friend, i dont think you are a nuisance, but who would ever admit to feeling that way about someone? i know you were too nice for your own good.
so now i sit, stewing with questions. i dont think i'll ever find the answer. i doubt we will ever speak again.