Equal Parts Suck and Awesome
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An old friend, walked out of the neon fog into the moonlight and greeted me. We talked, like no time has passed, like all true friends do, as if nothing had happened. He called me a close friend and I almost burst into tears. It's nice to actually have people that are like that. That don't require some regular insignificant attention like a parking meter you have to fill, but instead are like stone, weathered only slowly by erosion even in the largest storms. We spoke alot, about violence and change, about profit and success, about the future and youth. He is special to me and I am thankful I haven't lost him.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
There it was, like a punch in the gut. I knew, but knowledge is easier to cope with inside. It being said, being spoken aloud, especially by another, was hard to bear. He stayed out late with me again, long in depth conversations about life and self, leave your judgements at the door. His wife-to-be was furious, but that's hardly new, I'm the old friend that keeps him out and makes everyone worry. Nothing has changed in that regard, and gives me a sense of stability and consistency that I lack. But he knew, and he said it, and the promised tears were left for the walk to my parents house. I didn't fall to the ground, like a discarded plum haired doll, broken upon the vagaries of love, but it was close and wouldn't have been uncharacteristic. This one is slow, it's undertow strong, and I haven't seen the last of it.
Written On: Mother's Computer
Alternative Title: Only A Piece Of Particular Flavour