Face It

[kit5689]

How easy is it to pretend we are real friends when I'm not here half the time? There's a feeling and reality, and then that shallow, put up for appearances feeling.

I'm not denying that at one time this whole friendship and being there to the ends of the earth bit was all true, but does it not feel faded, like we're trying to hold on to something that was extraordinary and whose time has passed?

There are people I know I will have by my side for a lifetime. Time passes and doesn't change anything. There isn't any loop to feel out of because we are the loop.

I don't know if you're one of them. The feeling I get from you is frayed and old, tired and burnt. If tomorrow you stopped caring, I wouldn't know the difference.

Thanks for the good times and every last drop squeezed out of memory. I'm serious, even though this last comment will hint sarcasm. Things tend to sound sarcastic at the moment I need them to be completely real: I have no regret it was all worth it.

And if your deductive skills leave you at a standstill, then maybe I'm talking about you.
Oh yes, I know what game I just played.