Sometimes I wish things could go back to the way they were. When we were happy. To when we were just friends. No complications. No expectations. Just friendly smiles and the potential of something great. The way things are right now isn’t what I wanted for us. Short conversations. Avoiding each other to skip the awkward moments. Distancing ourselves. But I’ve found how to be happy. I’ve relearned that I can make myself happy. I’ve accepted that I can survive. I’ve found comfort from friends and family. I’ve found a way to thrive and better myself without you. But still, I want to change how we are. Because no matter what I say. You’ll always be important to me. I see you do too. Yesterday, you made a move to make things better. A small message to show me that you still care. I become happy for that little while. I smile and reminisce. And once I try to return the thoughtfulness. You become scared. Indecisive … again. And then you make excuses. And … that’s why things will never go back to the way they were. At least for now. From strangers to friends. From friends to something more. From something more to strangers again. Will we ever go back to truly being friends? I’ve made my decision. But, I’m not too sure if you’ve made yours.