Friday, April 4, 2014

To a Friend, who was there when it all changed.

You know that old saying, that birds of a feather stick together? It's not true. Birds of a feather may fly together for a little while but they don't always end up in a luscious green tree together forever.


Exactly what happened to us? We used to be so tight that I thought for certain that if we were to see each other again and again it would eventually make me sick, like having too much food after sampling every course at the buffet and then going back for seconds. We could talk for hours on end about nothing in particular, yet we could also go on about everything because we were young and everything seemed to be of the utmost importance for our future.

The feelings we had enveloped my senses, wrapping me in that kind of warm embrace I crave from being alone for too long. The never-ending train of laughter and the naughty inside jokes permeated my shortening days.

I don't know when I noticed that you were not being genuine anymore. I like to think I'm a little more intuitive than the average person. You were beginning to make jokes that would sting my feelings. You were beginning to take for granted the time we shared with each other and being late became almost routine. You would debate about issues that don't really matter. You preach cliches like they are the only way of thinking and doing anything.

Now it's over and I don't know why.

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