obscure or transparent?
true friends don't destroy or make their true friends hurt more than they ever thought a true friend or even a true enemy could make them hurt.
true friends try desperately to save what they thought were true friendships by drinking hot chocolate and talking and listening, listening, listening.
true friends truly believed every word until the very last minute.
true friends tried so hard, the whole time oblivious to the fact that they were being actively and consciously worked against.
sometimes....it's easier to believe, but ignorance really isn't bliss, now is it? would i rather be blind than injured? injuries heal, but blindness is for life.
it's harder to laugh when you're crying. even though i am far done crying, i hardly find it funny.
it's been over- so why is it still an issue? why are people still overhearing locker room conversations?
and we're all good at deception, aren't we? because we all know how to bend, how to twist, how to make ourselves look pretty.
some people are weak, manipulatable and can't handle being deceived and can't handle watching someone they care about cry each night. oh no- they fall for it instead and let it eat their emotions and souls. to consume them. good news for some. tears for others.
there is nothing better than honesty. and you know what? that is the one thing i asked for. (don't worry- you both did it.)
it's interesting how the same truth is so different to different people.
the truth hurts more than anything else. doesn't it?
and your friends are worth everything. to realize that you're worth so very little to a friend- an hbt, a person you've laughed so much with, shared so much with-who's so much to you is more disappointing and more hurtful than anything else.
but really...
i hope you are happy. and i mean that with all of me. i really, really do. because then...in that overflowing cup of woes at least someone will feel that they accomplished something worthwhile in an otherwise decedent and destructive situation. and i hope you get what you want. because you obviously care far more than i do.
(i loved my friend.)