It hurts when you stop talking to someone you were on good terms with. but what's worse is knowing that you're being replaced, slowly and steadily. you know very well that you're being pushed away from their life, but still you keep your hopes high because you aren't a quitter. you believe in fixing things and that's why it hurts you even more.

maybe someday, everything will fall into place. maybe someday, you won't have to cry yourself to sleep. maybe someday, the faith will be restored. maybe this, maybe that.