A friend is your sister, your brother, your other half. A friend is someone you choose to laugh with, someone you choose to call in the early mornings or latest of nights to talk about exciting and maybe taboo topics. You trust her with everything and anything, and you swear on your own life you would be there for her if she ever needed anything. You expect the same values and attitudes from a friend of which you give to them. A friend is closer than an enemy, and opposite from hurt. Yet sometimes, a friend hurts you like an enemy. Or maybe…we hurt them.
I turned to you for sympathy, honesty, and forgiveness. I tried to keep our friendly spirit alive, and ease all the pain from the ugly past. This wasn’t easy and we failed. I failed.
I need a friend. I need a friend to turn to when I feel down. I need a friend who needs a friend. I need a second chance at finding a life long friend. It could be decades before I meet a friend again. A true friend. Why is she so hard to find? And when I find it, we either fuck it up, or it fucks us up. I need my friend again. But I don’t think she needs me.