As no one comes into the coffee shop, I write.

It’s over, and I can’t fix it. I need some healthy walls to put up between Amber and I. Problem is, I’m not so sure she wants a friendship. And I’m not so sure I do either. She wasn’t very nice to me. I’m still bitter.

It’s over. You hurt me.

I think because of the way it ended the friendship probably has to start over.

It’s over, you hurt me, I forgive you, I don’t hold it against you. I forgive you.

The friendship will not look the same. I became accustomed to the way things were.

Do you want me to pursue a friendship, God? Do I want to?

I need time.