High school came and for some reason I didn't say anything to you and I blame myself for drifting apart. In those four years, the only thing you said to me was sorry - you opened the door as I walked closely behind you, but you didn't notice me and the door slammed shut. You said sorry and that would be the last thing you’d say to me. I find myself being ok months at a time with different distractions each time. But I always come back to the thought of you and the friendship we had. And I wonder if you’ve ever thought of me at all since then. Now were not friends, nor are we enemies. At this point we’re just strangers with memories... if you even remember me and our history at all.