silence
>We sat in silence for what seemed like hours, and all I could think
>about was "boys like you." One of us didn't feel right. I knew not to
>take it personally, that he was just having a bad day. But I almost
>broke after he told me that he had no reason at all to be happy with his
>life. I felt like I had failed. Like I just wasn't good enough.
>Adults are a lot different from children: you can't trick them into
>smiling. And he wasn't going to smile. I thought about leaving, about
>never talking to him again, about playing the I - won't - call - him -
>until - he - calls - me - first game, but I knew I couldn't hold out.
>And each time he looked at me it hurt more and more until I could feel
>it in my chest, in my heart, and then I knew I was doomed. What good
>am I? I can't even make my best friend happy. I'm useless.
>
> ~K.
depersonalizing the words as much as possible - this is when I love your writing most, when you ponder over something... you read so free with your thoughts and feelings it's seductive and refreshing, playful and comforting all at once... even when you ponder a seriously uncomfortable r painful subject or situation or experience...
and now personalizing the words... what is it with you two?... K, you obviously have deep feelings for R, however you might define them... you seem to consider him the most trusted person in your life and that is the highest respect and greatest importance anyone can give another... so what keeps your friendship from being fun all the time (or at least most of the time)?... why the tension?... and R, if you're still reading, don't you read the words she writes about you?... there is so much respect and admiration and love in her words... if someone wrote about me as she writes about you I'd be so flattered and inspired - it would give me a great feeling about myself... you are worth so much to her... so what brings you down?... what makes the mood tense or uncomfortable?... different wants?... what?...
I hope you aren't offended by my questions... I care about you because I let your words make you real to me... I'd like ou both to be happy and appreciate each other... you two have something few people ever have, even if it's not everything you want it to be... you know, it's not wise to throw away a diamond just cuz it has a flaw... in other words, try t appreciate and enjoy what you do have - it's something precious...
newsbee (who's definitely lived alone too long :}
''Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals;
cherish the music that stirs in your heart,
the beauty that forms in your mind, the
loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts.
For if you remain true to them...
your world will at last be built.''
~~ James Allen ~~
... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
