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My dear friend, 

 

Do you remember when you told me we would stay friends no matter what, when you told me nothing could drive us apart? I don't think you do, because we haven't talked in over 3 years. So, my dear friend. This is me making a move, like you always told me I should do. 

 

I'm pretty sure you've moved on, and that you're not the same person you was 3 years ago. Because something did drive us apart, time did. We both grew up, and we grew up differently. You liked pop music, make up, boys and endless gossiping. And then there was me, and I liked hard rock, drawing and daydreaming for days at a time. But still, you were my best friend, and I like to believe I was yours. 

Het is geïnspireerd door een vriend waar ik al heel lang geen contact meer mee heb. De schrijfstijl lijkt op die van The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. Dat is niet zo bedoelt, en dat wil ik ook niet na-maken of zo. Dit kwam alleen in me op, dus ik schreef het ook zo op xd