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Meet me halfway

I asked if you could meet me halfway, but you didn't. You were busy for a long time, and life took you away. I understand life could be a b*tch sometimes. I thought maybe you were depressed or negative or feeling down, or you've had other priorities. But the minimum is halfway. Beyond that? I doubt the friendship will survive over time. I'm sorry, my friend. I asked myself to meet that person halfway, more than halfway, just to be sure I'm minimizing regrets when I think of you. We could've been friends; I did my best. We could still be friends if we meet halfway again. I won't walk another mile to find you; it's your turn now. My apologies for being taken care of. I'm happy. The ball is in your court now.