It's been 8 months. And I'm still waiting for someone I know to walk in. Because that happens...the people who you thought were gone come back. The people who you thought would always be there aren't.

*leans forward to rest her head on her knees* I don't know if I want to tell you to keep hoping because I believe there's hope or because I'd feel awful doing anything else. But...maybe what I should be saying is...I don't want to be friends. And if we aren't something else, maybe I should just keep my distance.