Today if I were to first meet you, would we still be friends? Or have our lives taken different paths.
An awkward silence hung in the air as we both conjured up ideas to pass through conversation. There was no depth, nothing meaningful. Talk of boys, old friends, liquor... the same gossip that escaped our mouths over five years ago.
Are we holding onto a dying friendship?
Friends... Just because we used to be friends.
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