Goodbye

I'm scared, i'm frightened to the bone. Of losing you, though you were never mine. You're a friend, a good friend. But somewhere along those lines it changed. Like the spontaneous change of the seasons ours did too. What was passionate and fiery has become cold and dead. Yet i pace through our conversations trying to find which one sparked the change, which one made you tick. I flip through them like an album, getting stuck between a possible relationship and the death of our friendship. Where did it go wrong? Was i so blind as to never have saw this coming? This fear is only coming from not wanting to let go, like a person hanging off a cliff; i cling to the edge tighter and tighter. Trying to pull myself up is not an option, i'm afraid; this has to end. I don't want to let go of the possible but it is impossible for me to continue with this toxicity. Goodbye, my dear friend. For you have just lost a possible pet.