Friendship.
How fucking fragile is it.
It sucks to see people who were once so close to repel each other like same-polarity magnets. Especially so when they once mean so much to each other, and also to the people around them.
Don't mean to finger-point. But I guess those that could possibly know what I'm hinting at would have known. What's the point of shooting indirect shots at each other in your own space. It's so obvious that you still care for each other, I seriously don't see a reason for this shit to end in this way.
No one around you has the courage to speak up for you; me, for one, don't.
You made it clear; so many people are involved.
But we can never mend the hole that you two dig in each other's heart.
I don't exactly know what's going on and I guess I'm being nosey, but look around you, who doesn't yearn to see a patch, at least, as friends.
When was the last time we went out as a group ... when will be the next?
How many friends can we keep, how many lives can we live?...
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Thanksgiving can wait. I guess.
