The truth, I would guess,

was that this love-hate relationship had been nothing but an illusion we just refused to admit long before.

And now, it is starting to turn senseless.

One day,

we'll may just walk pass each other and pretend like we never existed.

One day,

our conversation may just be limited to 2 days of the year, our birthdays.

One day,

we may end up realising that we were once friends on a sleepless night, but the memories seemed hardly true and we start to think it was just our minds lying.

One fine day,

we may flip our yearbooks and see each other's faces and start wondering if that friendship ever existed and we finally know, that it really did.

If we're going to end up being strangers, then before we do,

I just want to tell you, that I missed you or rather I'm missing you.

I'm sorry..