puzzled mind

i look at you when your looking the other way & i see the friend ship we had. The one i fought so hard for, the one i never wanted to give up on, know matter what happened. We are so different, but yet being your best friend felt so right. We had the stupid arguments, but i always tried to be there for you & i know you were greatful.. you brought me such nice things, which i loved & still do. but every time i look at them, i feel puzzled not knowing what i did so wrong for you to just let me go. For me not to have you as a shoulder to cry on, a person to talk to.. unless i planned to do that through a computer. And tbh i guess i rather have nothing if thats what you want. we're not best friends we're only just friends, you don't have the time for me & you've told me yourself.