what.

Friend, I held you so dear and near to my heart. I looked out for you and wanted to take care of you. Stupid me, I thought it was mutual. Since the summer, I started to feel skeptical. Felt really hurt. Got angry. Got sad. Tried to cling on. Time to move on. You're still maturing. Don't think that's any excuse. But I'm ready to cut off ties if needed. I've realized before that it hurts to be your friend because you're only ready to look out for yourself. But now, time's limited and in tougher times I can see who actually want to be there. Not because they can gain something from it, but because they love me. I'll miss you. Hope you miss me too.