After all this time you are still a child. You don't even look at me; you look through me as if blurring your eyes will help you feel more confident when you walk by me with your nose in the air. Sometimes I dread going to certain events because I know you're attending and I'm plagued with the guilt that our friends must endure the awkward and painful tension that still lingers between us. It's pretty pathetic that we can't make eye contact and force a smile through our bared fangs just to appease the others. Oh well. At least I know I tried to make amends. Maybe next time I will be more confident. Maybe next time I will casually smile and wave at your mouse-like face just to keep you on your toes.
xoxo,
Hanny
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