Friends.
I have always wanted to have a lot of friends. I have never been hurt gaining friends in my life. I have never been this bitter over a friend before. I used to be so happy to have many friends and I am even happier to gain more.
But hell, I hated how he easily asked me to become his friend as if it was the most normal thing to happen when he knew the truth about us. We were once lovers. We didn't have the closure we needed for us to end our relationship properly.
Or maybe, perhaps, he did have the closure. I didn't.
Perhaps, I am a fool for still wishing for him to remember me even though everything is telling that he is not going to. Not in a million years. Not when he’s always with his girlfriend. How can I even expect him to think of him when his hot model girlfriend is
