Reassurance

I close my eyes and I pretend that I am everything she wants me to be as her best friend. I am the friend tossed aside. I am the second thought. I am the wallflower to their life.

We have dedicated ourselves to almost 3 years of unbroken friendship and I am always reassuring myself that whatever we go through, we'll always come out of it together.

But maybe I've been too naive?

Close friends grow distant and strange too. But in a beautiful way. Placed carefully on a shelf, arranged in different angles, and dusted properly every evening.

Then again, maybe it's me thinking I'm thinking naively is getting me all paranoid. In a way, we have to feel like we're falling apart to get closer together.
You know what they say. Distance make the heart grows fonder.

9/12/11