Sunday, 9 August 2015
We have mastered the art of small talk. A passing 'hello' and a 'how are you?'. There is nothing behind your words, there is no empathy or concern. I watch the glimmer of friendship still between us fade. These days your honesty has turned from encouraged to unnecessary. Your ability to provide somewhere to confide, unwanted. Your friendship is unneeded. We will continue with this charade for a little while longer but we both know it's not going to work. We may be docked, but we are two passing ships in the night. You are not who I thought you were, and I'm unsure if I should be concerned or relieved that they're lost to you.
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