More then friends. Less then lovers. That's what we where, and towards the end you became a stranger. I don't miss you most of the time. But then sometimes it hits me and it hurts so much. You where my friend before anything else and I sometimes wonder if I hadn't of told you how I felt would we still be friends now, would you still be in my life. Our chance has gone and the scary thing is I think it was are only one.
