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Dear you,
Our friends met up with us this morning. They didn't comment on how they were silent when you walked in with me right by your side. A smile, still, plastered on our faces. I'm in so deep with you, Birdie, I can't help myself. All common sense just flies out the window.
It's like your quicksand and every time I even glance or think of you, I sink deeper. The only distinction between the actual thing and you is that there is no bottom with you. I will always sink, deeper and deeper.
You called out to them across the hallway, gathering their undivided attention and that's when all the handshakes and hugs took place. Did we forgive each other? I'm lost with this up and down friendship. Do they accept us? I don't get it? Will our once nice friendship be an every other day based thing? Tomorrow, will they be back to disliking us?
Why don't they like us close, Birdie? I remember that one day, they were all for us. That I was the only one to help you. Did I take it personally, did I prevent them from supporting you? If I did, I didn't mean to. Should I back off? Should I give you space? Do you want space? Lately, it seems you like us with one another. Am I taking your friendliness all wrong?
Please, Birdie, tell me. If I ask our friends they will just shrug and disagree. That's the thing about them, they don't like the truth sometimes. I agree, but in most cases, the truth is what people need.
Let this be a case where we need the truth.
Birdie, please don't let the thought of taking your friendliness the wrong way be true. It can't be. The mere thought has my heart racing, and my palms sweaty. Don't let it be true, I beg of you, Birdie.
Let my thoughts be wrong...
YOU ARE READING
Oh, Birdie, my Birdie
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