(Image via Blank Page's 365)I think the one thing to be said about friendships is that they are shaky.
Whenever you take two people and join them in some way—romantically or otherwise—you are combining two volatile substances and hoping that they do not explode. Unfortunately, more often than not, they do. This is usually not the fault of one or the other, but rather an inevitable conclusion to the emotional reaction between both parties—like a reaction in chemistry, it cannot last forever.
I hate that I have lost so many friends. I hate that I seem to always say the wrong thing at the wrong time and destroy friendships, and I despise the way I'm always the one who mourns the lost the hardest. I wish there was some way for me to see those danger-zones and step around them, but I always end up planting an explosive right at the most vulnerable points.
Somehow I feel like it would be futile on my part to plead with you to see that I am no more flawless than you are. That I make mistakes and say things wrong and am sometimes not okay, just like you. Something in me says that maybe I've said the wrong thing one too many times, and you're tired of it. And if that is the truth, I'm sorry.
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Sweetheart, I have no way of knowing if this is reffering to me; in a way, I feel it would be vain to think so. Regardless, I think that people and friendships are always going to be faliable. It's what makes them real.
We are all flawed. We have always been flawed. We will always be flawed. Sometimes our flaws crash. I understand that, you understand that, but more often than not, a lot of people don't. That's okay. That's a part of their flaws, and a part of their journey. Even the misunderstandings between people who know that is a part of a journey. It's a part of making a friendship stronger.
Smile, sweetheart. Everything is going to be alright.
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