With heart

It's getting harder. I hope the days pass faster and I'll miss you less. Why did we have to end in this way? How I wish that you could see what my intentions were. How I wish that you didn't have to be so cutting and mean with your words. How I wish I could believe you when you said that you placed me first above all else. But it really didn't seem that way over time. Now, all I can do is to nurse a broken heart. I absolutely hate it when friends disappear.