Today I saw The Maine for the 7th time. I also saw them for the 1st time without the person I used to call my best friend.
I don’t wanna tell anyone because they get annoyed and don’t understand, but the Maine was always our thing. They were what kept us together when things fell apart. They were what gave us hope when certain chapters came to an end and I swear, the band knew what songs to play to make me crumble inside tonight.
I wish they could’ve put us back together at the very end before you decided that 4 years of friendship meant absolutely nothing. 4 years of laughter, pain, and everything in between.
How I wish…
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We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”
I think we almost loved each-other.
But the only thing I was sure about is that
wasn’t good enough.