There's two sides to the story.
The other side was just never told and never known.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what else to do.
I didn't mean for it to end up like this.
I guess there's nothing much I could do now.
But just so you know, I'm here and I'm always gonna be here.
I do miss you. I'm sorry if I hurt you. But I really didn't mean to.
I wish you well.
3 comments:
Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.
i think yes.... because english is not my foreign language ;-) but nesessarry is the meaning and not from where i got it, right?
then i don't understand the meaning and the purpose of it. so on my part to clear the air, feel free: http://rainacichetti.livejournal.com/
let me wish both of you well, this time round.
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