Confessions

I catch myself at times.
Lost in thought...of him.
Thinking of the times I've had.
With him.
The memories of us are fading now.
At first I used to think of him
99 times a day...then 98...97...96...
Until I wasn't sure if I loved him really. 
I am sure of one thing.
I'm sure that I don't want us to end.
Or to end like this.
Even if we don't go back to the way we once were.
I want him to know that...
I still want us to be friends.