we run because we want to be chased.

It's not like they knew how or didn't know how. It's not like I liked you or didn't like you. It's not even the sadness and bitterness the forgotten times we had we shared we took we kept we threw away like thrash. They all don't matter.

I'll tell you what matters. What matters is that you're fine and well. You, my friend. My cherished loved friend. You wouldn't believe it but I've always been around. Waiting to catch you when you slipped. But you never gave me a chance. You never let yourself slip up and how could you fall? I've always been here. But where were you?