Your friendship is slipping with a friend, and you can just see it, right in front of you, but you just stare at it. It’s so close you can grab it and shake it back into place, but for no reason explainable, you just don’t do it. You know you could probably alter the events in the matter of minutes, but you don’t, you let it be. Then years go by and you can’t help to look back at the past and think, boy I have changed. You begin to wonder whether it’s for the good, in what course of action did I begin to change. And then it hits you, that one person you let go, that one relationship, that you ended for no apparent legitimate reason, is something you wish you could go back to. But it’s been years since you have talked to them, everything you had is lost, but you need them more than ever.
Almost as if you were at a station waiting for your train and finally it arrives, you see the doors open but you just stay seated, you wait for it to leave, waving goodbye to it as it drives away. Oblivious as you were, you realise that was the train, and now you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere and you don’t even know how it all went wrong. But on the brighter side, if there’s any positives in this situation at all; there will always be another train that stops at that station, it might not be identical to the other, or go to the same places, but it’s a train. You might need to wait some time, but another will come eventually.
unfollow me all you want you’re gonna get hit by a bus