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Of friendship and love
Was it a long time ago, when we used to be friends? Friends. The kind of friend that you were to me. The one that I opened up to, and told you every little secret joy and pain there was to be shared?
When did I become who I am. Closed up with all these walls around me?
Reading all the lines in between. Every single one of them. Watching all my moves. Imagining every little thing meant something.
How long ago was that?
I’ve lost the art of making friends these days. Age is the funny thing. It catches up with you.
I am tired.
I don’t know how to act around you. Or anyone else else for that matter.
I don’t have any friends any more. I’ve chased all of them out. Instead, what I have is a handful people I am scared to be around of. I am scared they judge me. And that they don’t like what they see.
Just waiting for everyone to leave.
The truth about Darcy
The bubble of air blobs around the bottle of glue. Her vacant eyes follow the bubble of air that’s bobbing around the bottle of glue she is unwittingly turning upside down. Down side up. He gets up and walks away from the room. There’s a coffee machine in the corridor. Nescafe. He thinks gloomily. Good God , when are these people going to learn !
The truth about Darcy is that he hates her. He hates the woman in the room with the bottle of glue. The way her eyes are vacant . The way she keeps turning the bottle of glue upside down. Down side up. More importantly, he hates that bubble of air. Stuck in a damned bottle.
He walks out into the rain, without bothering to pull his jacket on. His face is wet in a matter of seconds. His hair sticky. He walks at a steady pace trying to get her eyes out of his head. “Damned rain.” He mutters. Is there no happy ending?
Feeling down and blue today. Even though I have everything I could possibly want, there are things beyond my control and that’s breaking my heart.
Every morning to wake up beside someone you care about is blissful. And when I drag myself to the kitchen in the morning and stand at the kitchen sink drinking tea , looking out at all the cats and the birds we’ve attracted , with the golden morning Sun in my face, I feel incredibly happy. Then I sit by the blue kitchen doors at the kitchen table that was made by Darling’s father for us and eat breakfast with Darling. The morning wind comes in, the ginger cat is sitting in our garden, looking a little less hostile and I am thankful. Thankful for the blue green doors and even the mint that grows from a cup on my window sill.
I don’t need much to be happy. I love this man, I love this house. I love that we are together. I am no more completely broke.
So even though there are problems .. that I can’t seem to do much about, that are gnawing at me all the time, I am thankful for the life I lead. I am glad to be a part of someone else’s life, I am glad that some dreams do come true.