Monday, September 26, 2011
Fragments and run-ons
I used to talk to you everyday. I used to get online, because I knew you would be there. Maybe you did not benefit from our conservations as much as I did, but at times you kept me sane, kept me in school. It sucks not talking to you as much, and while I have attempted to replace you, it takes time to tell people everything about yourself, and it takes even more time to trust people enough to actually do it. I miss you and I miss our conversations. Maybe you do not approve of what I have become or what I believe or maybe you feel like I blew you off first. I swear to god I did not. During the school year I am really busy twenty six hours a week at work, classes, practice, and studying, and when I am not busy I spread myself pretty thing amongst my friends, and then I spend my summers with complete strangers, in attempts to meet people who feel and think like I do, and to be in new situations, you know I cannot deal with sameness. But the reason I could do those things was that I knew you would still be there for me, to tell me I am not a fuck up, when I went and fucked something up, to tell me I am not crazy, when I tell you I want to run away, and to give me a reason to stay. And I know I may not have reciprocated that effort that you gave to me back to you, and now after it all, I feel like I cared about you more than you ever did about me. I do not think you ever asked me for help the way I asked you and it kind of hurts to think that maybe you never trusted me. And we are still friends, we still talk, but it is not the same. I will probably never be able to tell you the things I used to, but its not your fault, you were there for me, and you did help me more than you will ever know, and for that I will be eternally grateful, and I will always, without a doubt, be there to help you in anyway that I can if you ever need anything. I have other people to talk to now, a whole new support system, and I just do not want you to in anyway worry about me, or think that I dislike you. I love you, and I love that I was lucky enough to come to know you and meet you, and I sincerely hope we can continue to be friends, even if I am super distant. I really do try to make an effort to keep in touch with people I care about, even if its just a comment on Facebook or drunken rambling at 2am.
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