"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
So, the fact that you haven't been "on" freaks me out.
Friday, January 11, 2008

I waited too late to put on loud music so now my mother is home and I have to share the living room with her.

Today was a half day.

I am freaked out because I don't feel anything when I write anymore. Like my heart doesn't expand and contract with the words. It makes me want to cry. I haven't told you this. Cause I'm intimidated. And you're not being on is making it worse.

I have been closely studying Caroline and Heather's friendship. It bewilders me. I own the personal belief that no one should be made a sidekick. Either by nature or by choice, it is wrong. Sometimes I don't understand that good people just happen to win at things. I've often found life more complex than this, and--when faced with evidence to the contrary--I am horribly confused.

Oh
well that's
allfornow.

It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime, so let me say before we part: so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have re-written mine by being my friend...

Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood,
Emily

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