It's been three years since we've last talked. Suddenly becoming strangers to each other after being attached to each others hips for three times as long. Sometimes I wonder how it happened to be that way.
We don't share friends anymore. You've got your own, and I've got mine. Your friends adore you. Your friends are so close to you, you'd trust them enough to share your late night thoughts. To share your problems, call them whenever and talk to them until the sun rises the next morning.
I wish you'd trusted me enough to do that too. Honestly, all I'd ever wanted was to listen to you. And all your petty problems and your darkest desires. And all you'd ever wanted was to listen to mine. Because I'm a listener, and you're an emotional supporter.
Both sides wanting to take on each others problems, but none wanting to share.
I wonder if it was me who changed first. Or if it was you. Or maybe it was because I was tired of never getting a chance to listen to your problems, your voice. Because you'd never let me.
Would you let me now though? Listen to your voice.
(5 February 2023)
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