Hate

My best friend hates me.
That word kills me.
Too powerful and haunting.
Best friends are supposed to be there for each other. I miss her, I need her, she needs me.
It fell apart over a stupid situation.
It wasn't meant to happen.
It got blown out of proportion.
We have never been like this before, a second chance is all I ask.
I'll wait until she is ready, no need to rush, yet I don't know how much longer I can wait.
I miss my best friend.
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