I Am Missing Someone

I hate it so much that once I thought I was finally over it I wasn't. When that happens, all these scenarios go about in my head how I can make things better, and that suddenly we'll be friends again. However, I know that isn't going to happen. I am a coward. I make up so many excuses while we fell apart; It was just a coincidence we even made it as long as we did... yet I am happy we even met, but heartbroken nevertheless. It only proves the theory that happy endings are an illusion. We're just clinging on as much as we can all the while the turmoil is flooding us. The worst feeling though is that it's not a betrayal. I've been through many of those, but that would have been so much better than a friendship turning mute, deaf, and blind. Friends, but not friends. It's become yet another painful acquaintance.