Sometimes I just want you to want to hang out with me, to talk to me and moreover to listen to me. I don't want to fight with you to want to hang out with me. Is that too much to ask?
If I gave you a mirror would you be just as content? Would you notice that you were by yourself? That I wasn't there? That you were just talking to your own reflection? Or wouldn't it make a difference because whenever you cared enough to look "I" would be looking too and really that's all that matters?
It doesn't really matter I guess. None of it does. Because the next time you have a rotten day and your husband drinks too much and you think you are getting divorced and you just had a pregnancy scare and you lose your job and breakup with that ass of a boyfriend and your kid is sick, I'll still be there. Because in my mind that's what friends are for. To be there. To love you. And to listen. Even if it's never been and never will be reciprocated.
1 comment:
I have a friend like this too. It sucks! Don't you sometimes wonder why people like this don't just start writing in a journal?
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