She has been feeling it for a while now, the feeling that you were better off as a friend.
She liked the days of water gun fights, lip syncing to rap songs, school chicken dances, and video game battles than this.
This.
The awkward silence in the car, only broken by too bright smiles and stilted conversation.
This.
How holding hands became more of an expectation, than something done out of emotion or fun.
This.
The texts saying, “Sorry, something came up. I can’t make it.”
This.
How she has started feeling darker. Her music taste has changed because she has to with the knowledge that you were better as a friend.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 