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Presumptions

I thought I had it all figured out.

You know, how relatonships work; how certain people act in certain relationships.

How I would respond to any relationship issue I may encounter and the predetermined outcome of my response.

But I guess I was wrong.

She’s been my best friend for four years at least. She was the first one to reach out to me when I stepped into the real world and out of my cacoon.

 I never thought I would see the day that we would ever fight. I never thought I would see her dislike me…

She always insisted I didn’t bother her. That she WANTED me to tell her things, that she WANTED to hear what I had to say.

But it seems like in a days time, it’s all gone.

I used to feel like her love for me would never run out. That our platonic feelings for eachother were as strong as the ties of any marriage. That no mater what happened, we would combat our immature instincts and misguided tendencies in order to never dislike one another. In order to stay friends forever.

But it seems as if I’m wrong.

Maybe I’m just over thinking again. My mind tends to play tricks on me at night. My brain is my most debilitating of features… Maybe everything is fine. Maybe its just the initial shock of our first true fight… Maybe I’m not as prepared as I once presumed I was.

And as I read this, it bewilders me how shaken I am. Shaken to my core.

I swear, I’m taking this too seriously. But I promise, I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON US.

  • 14 June 2011
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