Just be friends
All we gotta do is just be friends
Time to say goodbye, just be friends
All we gotta do is just be friends, just be friends, just be friends…
We had gotten together about six months ago. He seemed amazing then.
Truth: he still is.
But then why was I feeling so unhappy?
He was still an amazing friend. I'll never forget him, I thought.
Wait.
Was I seriously thinking about breaking up with him?
No.
I love him! He's, like, my best friend!
But I needed to.
I just wasn't… really that happy.
Sure, he was wonderful. But…
I don't know.
I just needed a break.
Okay, Luka, tell me this: HOW would you break up with him? He's like, the nicest guy ever. He doesn't deserve this, I thought.
Was I being too selfish, wanting this?
I don't know.
But I had too.
Just be friends, all we gotta do is just be friends, time to say goodbye just be friends, all we gotta do is just be friends, just be friends, just be friends…
Song lyrics echoed throughout my mind.
Yeah, Luka, SING him a break up. AMAZING idea,
It actually is.
I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the lyrics.
I WILL sing this to him. Sometime, I promised myself.
Days passed. Weeks. A month before I actually got up enough courage to even THINK about singing it to him.
We were watching a movie at my house. He was smiling, laughing. Like always.
Would he still be after I told him?
You have to do this, Luka.
"Um, uh… I have something I need to say." I quietly said, choking back a sob.
"Yeah?" he smiled.
Luka, you can't do this to him.
I have to.
"Well, err, it's a song that I wrote… about, um, us."
Luka, did you SERIOUSLY JUST SAY THAT? I thought.
"I can't wait to hear it!" he smiled.
I choked back a sob. "Well, okay, um…
"Just be friends. All we gotta do is just be friends. Time to say goodbye, just be friends. All we gotta do is just be friends, just be friends, just be friends…
"…just be friends, just be friends, just be friends…" I finished, sobbing.
No tears rapidly flowed out of his eyes, like they were from mine. "It's okay," he whispered as he squeezed my hand. "It's okay,"
I snapped my hand back. "What… what are you doing? JUST BE FRIENDS, remember?"
He nodded. "That's what I'm doing. I'm being your friend. Because you look like you need one right now."
Another stream of tears flew out of my eyes. "Why? You're being so nice right after I just broke up with you!"
He clutched my hand as I sobbed some more. "Because I'm your friend," he whispered.