It has been more an a year since I talked about you. How are you?
I said goodbye but I have so many things to tell you because you used to listen to everything I had to say, you used to advise which are the bad guys I should stay away from. You used to be there, always, whenever I needed someone.
I used to be like a younger sister. You took care. You protected. I used to be like a younger sister. I… used to be like a younger sister till you stepped over the line. You expressed fear. I assured you that I’m now an adult. I forgave you. Then we were fine, or so I thought.
Good company for each other. Loved alcohol. Lots of laughter. So much comfort, a little too much. Lots of friendly hugs because we were huggers. Then vulnerability and transparency. Then.. give me awhile to think what else happened.
But how are you?
Oh, I think I kinda pissed you off. I got a bit too reliant. Too needy of you. As so I was told. I stepped back. Then I thought we were okay again; we weren’t.
And here we are now.
So how are you?
Wait don’t tell me, let me finish.
You said I misunderstood us. But Ken, it was me and you – two lonely people who needed accompany, and then you finally decided to leave me heartbroken when I least expected it.
I never misunderstood the standing of us for there was no ‘us’, it was just you pretending to be my friend.
And me believing that you are.