#117.
I just wish it could be easy. I know one day you'll find someone you love much more than I, and I know by then you'll have probably forgotten me. But from now until then, now and again, when you talk to me, I'll remember to cherish our time, as friends, or as more than friends.
I wish I had a rewind button. I wish I could just push it and go flying back to when everything was okay, before I let slip those vital words. Before the interference.

A note to K.
Thanks for sticking it out with me. Thanks for lending an ear when you knew I wasn't feeling the greatest. Thanks for staying up late, waiting for me to stop crying. Just. Thanks for everything. I probably wouldn't have made it alive through these past two years without you, and although you have moved away, I miss you every moment, and maybe one day, you could come back, or I could come there, and we could pick up where we left off. 'Til then, we'll have different people in and out of our lives, but that's okay, because we as friends will last longer than any other stupid little teenage relationship. I seriously fucking love you, man. I'd soooo hate to lose you.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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