"I'm fine, after all, when am I not?"
That used to be your favorite sentence. I should have seen. I should have seen that you were hurting. I always was too focused on my own problems to notice that you would always wear long socks and long sleeves. To notice the scars on your knuckles.
And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't a good enough friend to see. I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you.
There is an abyss in the shape of you in my heart. It aches. I loved you. I still do.
Why?
Why was it you?
