Short stories I write when I'm bored

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I'm sat on my bed looking at the text I recieved from someone I thought I'd never hear from again.

Think we can be friends again?

My mind reels back through eight months of what I thought was something special. Only for the last few months to feel like it wasn't anymore.

I'd lost myself in this and that only made it worse. Thinking back on it made me angry, how I'd acted,how maybe if I took myself away sooner there wouldn't have been so much damage to our friendship in the first place.

But it also made me sad.Because while there were the bad times there were the really good times where I was happy and so was he. At least I thought he was. 

We had bad times we had good times. So I don't know ...

Can we?