I miss you...
our talks,
the comfort
of just
being
in the same
building
as you,
even as
we did
our own
things.
It physically
pains me
that
we are not
speaking...
just days
before
I leave
to face
dangers,
the magnitude
of which
not even
you
realize...
all because
of your silly
pride.
It takes
every ounce
of energy
I possess
to keep from
calling you,
texting you,
or
walking to
you...
What good
would it
do
anyway?
Harsh words
spoken,
tantrums
thrown,
&
silence...
all from
a casual
observation,
intended
partly in
jest
&
partly
to really
open up
to you...
I thought
we had
become
close enough
friends
to open
up
to each
other,
to be
honest
& expect
to be
heard,
rather
than
having
it thrown
back in
one's face
and
being
ignored...
and for
what?
Yes,
I still
love you
&
yes, I
still want
to stay
up all
night
talking
about
everything
&
nothing...
but
I refuse
to give in
to
such
childish
antics
&
apologize
when
I
have
done
nothing
wrong...
unless
you
consider
unconditional
love
a vice...
or
honesty
&
openness
a
fault.
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