There is a point, in the eternal ebb and flow of human connections, where two people come to the end of their common and temporary journeys. What started as a crack becomes a crevasse; a small cut becomes an open, infected wound. Neither of these things heals.
This ugliness that has sprouted up between us casts a shadow now and will continue to do so. It’s terribly sad, but perhaps inevitable. I have faith in better days ahead after the rain has passed by.
My friend I will tell you, because I love you even if you forsake me, that there is a price for everything in this world. There is a price that comes with solitude; it’s alienation. Let your friends in, no one is so strong to never need anything from anyone.
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