I think I am ready to admit that we are not really best friends. Although it’s kinda hard to do so because K and I had been friends for a long time and I don’t think our friendship needs any affirmation to consider it the best. But what’s a best friend really?
Do you really have to talk all the time? Do you really have to share everything in your life? Can’t you just be comfortable with each other, and happy with the knowledge that the other exists and will be there for you in case of troubles? But that’s the clincher, isn’t it? He was never there. So why do I think he is one of my best friends? Ah – these feelings that are remnants from a past where I was needy as hell. Heck, I’m still needy now. I even get jealous of him spending a lot of time with this new girl he is currently making his moves on. I just want a few hours with my friend just to catch up!
But anyway, I’ve always known I was the jealous and possessive type. And I like to pretend as if I am not affected when I really am. Life sucks.
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