Dear You, Yes You!When we talk now I feel like we're sitting across from each other & neither of us really knows what to say. We're polite, wary... stunted.
There are so many thoughts whooshing & jostling for position, & crashing off the walls of my mind that I'm not even sure where to begin...
A week ago everything changed & what we both believed to be the truth of our friendship disintegrated into dust, & here we are now grasping for purchase.
You hurt me, truly, like I never would have believed possible. When I think of it my chest aches...
...But I just don't want to think of it anymore.
I am not infallible. God knows I'm not. If you ask the one other person here who truly knows me, you two could compare notes. He would tell you that I'm spoiled, & occasionally belligerent, & bratty, & stubborn, & even maybe a little cold hearted at times.
^^ Though please don't actually get together & talk about me! The thought gives me palpitations. :/
But my point is that I, Sonnet, am no shining bastion of perfection. I'm insecure & fragile, & paranoid as hell sometimes - just like everyone else!
Do I want to throttle you for driving me to join the ranks of the Ep drama Queens who leave & come back a few days later?
^^ That really irks me. Lol!
*blushes with embarrassment*
But, more importantly - Do I want to move on from this? Do I think you're worth the wheelie bag of neurosis that you trail around with you? Do I love you, my friend?
Yes. Yes I do!
...& with that I hope sincerely that the subject is closed.