It's been so long since I've talked to you.

It's not that I've forgotten about you,
but that because I'm afraid.

Afraid that you've forgotten me,
but somehow deep down,
I know you won't.

You used to be my best listener,
and the best shoulder to cry on.

You made me feel strong and confident
when the world made me weak and vulnerable.

Oh how I miss that feeling...

But somehow,
time,
made us grew apart.

Time made us drift apart.

Should I hold on
or
should I let go?