The thing is, I tried to make plans, but you only canceled again. And I have no doubt that you really were sick and tired, like you said.
I just hope not of me.
Maybe by now we're more like two people with memories than actual friends. Because you no longer rely on me to remind you to breathe, though I think that was the goal all along. And this next part is selfish, I'd never deny that even once. I guess I just miss how it felt for you to need me.