Yesterday would have been our five-year anniversary. I remember last year I went out and got drunk, trying to ease the pain of the fact we were fighting. We only had a couple weeks left after that, you and I, before things ended. All that time, I thought I was right, but I wasn't. I was so wrong.

I wish we were still friends, I really do. I miss your presence in my life. Life was easier with you in it.

I wonder if I will ever stop feeling like this, or if I will always look back at things with regret and pain.