Fuck yeah.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
I'll write you a letter tomorrow...
Hey,
Something is missing. Can I talk to you about it? Or talk to you about anything, really. I miss our conversations. That's all I ever needed with you. A couple of beers, some laughs and a conversation.
Not that I don't have plenty of people to talk to. Hell, I have a whole internet's worth up in here. Can I say this without it being misread? Can I say this without opening myself up to an onslaught of assumptions?
You are what's missing. There. I said it. And it's that simple. I think we should be part of each others' lives in some way or another. It doesn't have to be complicated. No regrets, just a choice that I would have made differently had I known what was at stake... what there was to lose.
Maybe it's naive of me to think that you would care the same amount about our friendship that I do. Maybe it's masochistic to continue to set myself up to be hurt or disappointed when the former statement turns out not to be the case. Especially when I have so many others in my life who go above and beyond that call. You could say it's a feeling in my gut, that I have always believed you to be better than you sometimes see yourself. Faith in the inherent goodness of people... so I'm still holding out for you.
Sincerely,
ABW
Something is missing. Can I talk to you about it? Or talk to you about anything, really. I miss our conversations. That's all I ever needed with you. A couple of beers, some laughs and a conversation.
Not that I don't have plenty of people to talk to. Hell, I have a whole internet's worth up in here. Can I say this without it being misread? Can I say this without opening myself up to an onslaught of assumptions?
You are what's missing. There. I said it. And it's that simple. I think we should be part of each others' lives in some way or another. It doesn't have to be complicated. No regrets, just a choice that I would have made differently had I known what was at stake... what there was to lose.
Maybe it's naive of me to think that you would care the same amount about our friendship that I do. Maybe it's masochistic to continue to set myself up to be hurt or disappointed when the former statement turns out not to be the case. Especially when I have so many others in my life who go above and beyond that call. You could say it's a feeling in my gut, that I have always believed you to be better than you sometimes see yourself. Faith in the inherent goodness of people... so I'm still holding out for you.
Sincerely,
ABW
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