A few years back, my best friend (at the time) and I were having some problems. Let's just say we were fighting a lot and I was just being a bitch. Anyway, we hung out at this park we went to all the time. Everything seemed to be just fine, like nothing really happened.
However, I could tell this would be the last time we'd see each other. I can't really describe it; I just knew. It's like something inside my head told me, "You'll never have this again." I refused to believe it, to confront it. I just wanted to live in this moment for as long as I could because I knew I wouldn't have another last day with her. I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could.
Soon after, we did grow apart. Maybe it was for the best. But, I have to say, I wasn't too surprised. We had that last day together, and I'll remember everything we'd been through, good and bad. I look back and I'm glad I never said, "Hey, this is the end of our friendship, huh?" Why ruin a good thing?
The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts -"I hate this part" by Pussycat Dolls
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