You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love until it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll have sex, and you’ll hate each other until it makes you quiver, but you will never be friends.
I miss you. I miss having conversations with you, I would rather we be friends than be two strangers who act nonchalant toward each other. After all, we do know each other better than anyone else knows us.