These Are The Things I Never Told You (XII)
You are not my friend.
If, at four o'clock in the morning I am still awake and I
am texting them, because I swear I'm not tired, they see
through my lies. They know to tell me to go to sleep, and they
know to love me, and that I love them.
My friends do not speak to me in bursts of unpredictable
energy, until that light runs out, and they do not need me to
begin a conversation, because ours never end.
But you are still my friend. You make me question myself and
you make me realize that I do not need a strict set of
guidelines to decide how friendship works. You made me realize
that I was flawed in ways I had pushed into you.
You are my friend.