Contemplation.
I am doubtful whether you realize that I actually miss you.
How I went back to this state I do not know.
It's that weakness in me.
Sympathy.
I melt at the slight sign of misery in you.
I lose, not all but most, of my hatred that I had for you.
I want to be that shoulder for you to lean on, like before.
Memories.
I miss those times when we shared almost everything.
I was made use of but that does not really seem to matter now.
I just want to comfort.

No mistakes about it that all this is out of platonic love.
I just want to be your friend.

There. I needed to get this out of my system. It was not hurting neither was it making me happy. Just random thoughts that seem to run around in my mind. Now that it is out it does not seem to be of any significance at all. I can go from concerned to hardly bothered right at this moment.

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