so in my LJ reading….i found the one thing that i have always wanted to hear and im trying not to lose my cool.

-i don’t know what happened to us. i’m scared shitless to talk to you, cause i know i screwed up. i want things to be like they were all through high school, when we were always there for each other. i’m sorry i abandoned you.-

That last part is the killer.  When I was numb and practically comatose from my parents death I asked for help, which doesn’t happen often. I only saw your back. The thing I worry about and hope for at the same time strangely enough, is that if you were to talk to me I would immediately forgive.