a tale of a friendship, that ended. c'est la vie.
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We all need an outlet - a person.
A person whom we can let our aggression out, our frustration, sadness, misery, pain, and devastation. Someone who would congratulate us for our success, achievements, and overall happiness. Someone when we talk to, doesn't blank out after every third sentence.
Someone who'd heed our troubles when we weren't asking.
Unfortunately, it can't be any two-bit potato you met on a myspace thread (inside joke) because odds are they won't look twice at you if you cross paths after the first meeting. No! The bond between you and your outlet can't be forged; it is synced from an unforced source. It can be between star-crossed lovers, next-door neighbors, a parent and their child, childhood friends after long unseen. almost anyone.
Perhaps, even between two strangers ordering the same cup of coffee every Saturday morning.
As easily as this bond could be discovered, it is just as fragile for it to be destroyed. Oh. and trust me, it changes you.
Without an outlet, it makes you solid.
For every sentiment of emotion, the only output would be a rigid response. A nervous laughter to an uncanny joke. A forced smile to an otherwise cheerful moment. A stun silence to the embrace of a beloved friend.
Leaving you cold. nothing but cold.
"Today, I have made mistakes. Yes, I've made my mistakes." -Seventh
I need an outlet. seriously.
I.O
inspired by 'Seventh Entry - Days and Nights"
