So Hard to Face the Truth

What I wanted was for us to go back to normal- to before everything. Instead what I got was some misshapen mask of what I really wanted.

Soon we start to hang out again like we used to. We talk, chat, and gossip. We have fun and laugh. We spill our guts and cry to each other.

Of course all that happened between us never comes up. Why would it? With me in the deepest denial. And June. Well, I don't know. She just doesn't mention it.

We were the best of best friends again- two peas in a pod, peanut butter and jelly, ice cream and cake. Our friendship was back.

But it wasn't the same- it was a fake, a sham. And it was never going to be the same. Ever.

That little voice inside my head, way in the back, reminded me of this fact every day. Along with several others. It whispered in my ear, reminding me of reality. But I pushed it away. Not wanting to see the truth.