Friendship?

Thinking back about the past makes me feel stupid.

You weren't good in studies.
You weren't holding any posts in co-curriculum.
You weren't mixing with friends who're all-rounded.
You weren't someone who did all homework.
You weren't a favourite among teachers.
You weren't outstanding.
You weren't taking many things seriously.
Yet, we chose to be your friend, to guide you on in life.

Didn't we treat you good enough?
Hadn't we help you all the time or else you'll be in bigger trouble?
Turned out it's like our fault instead.

I will never forget that day.
4th of March, 2013, school auditorium.
6th Formers were collecting book vouchers, you were absent for lessons, but appeared at 12+.
All you knew how was pretended you had stomach ache, then put your arm over my shoulders like you needed support, and started making up crap excuses to escape from assistant headmistress.
How kind of me that time to give you a call even after school to check if you're alright.
That was your first betrayal move.

Guess I don't have to tell the whole world about what good "deeds" you have done.
Over means over, because I don't mind.

It's not that I don't prioritise friendship, it's just that in my heart, it's no longer that important to me any more.
Memories were definitely unforgettable, but there's no way I'll move on if I don't let go.

*Swatches review to be posted sooner.*

-aLiCe_RawkXZ-