It's been okay these past few weeks. Nothing much has changed, but nothing much has gone worse either. That's a good sign for me. Why is it, when I find happiness, I'd have to lose something as precious as well? I'm sorry for what I did. And I hope you give me a second chance. Because even though I know as damn well I don't deserve you, I don't want to lose you. You listened to all my rants, to all my problems. I wanted to tell you earlier, and i'm fucking regretting that I didn't. I've only known you for a months, but I don't care. But if you decide to let our friendship go, I hope you know that I'll cherish everything you did for me and I'm always open to have you back as my friend.