I promised her i would remember her birthday, to be there for her when she needs me, and to always, answer. her. calls.

she never called.
i never asked. and it stayed that way.

she cried over things, i cried over things, and both of us don't even know why.
i wished i could write her something to tell her she is still special, that i still miss her sometimes. and at random times when im thinking she still occupies my mind.

it would be very random and she would laugh.
ive let others invade and trample all over. and then i yearn for her attention.