I downloaded Batman: Arkham Origins on my phone and couldn’t help but think of you..
One of the last times I saw you, we went to your house and drank wine and played Injustice: Gods Among Us all night. You made fun of how I held my controller but I still beat you all those times.
You made last year a lot easier to deal with. I miss you. I missed spending nights at your apartment, cooking with you, going to dinner and talking for hours. Every time we were together, we were ourselves but amplified. It was weird.
I hate how things ended but even then I still wanted to be your friend. Everyone told me there’s no point. And I even had someone go as far as to say, “Fuck that, if there’s anything I hate the most, is a liar. Why would you stay friends. Don’t be weak.”
I keep trying to piece it together and how it would have gone differently. I wish it did.
One of the few things I regret. I was always open and honest with you but I still wish I stayed even if you weren’t. You needed help and I hate how much everyone else was dismissive. Despite everything, you still did more for me out of genuine concern than for your own self-worth. Fuck, I hate this.
I want simple.
I care about you. You care about me. We’re both damaged goods. But we like to keep each other’s company. And it’s enough. Nothing more, nothing less.
No games. No mindfucks. No bullshit.