“Think I’m here to put you back together again,” he asks harshly. “How well does that ever work out? No, I’m fresh out of superglue. You’re looking for someone to fix your life and wrap it up for you in a nice, neat bow, go call one of your friends. If I remember rightly, they always did know best.”
“Maybe I don’t want someone to tell me how to fix things. Maybe I just want someone to tell me I’m not really broken, that I’m okay like this. That, that it’s okay to just be like this. For that, what I need is not a friend.”
“And we’ve never really been friends, have we?” Ouch and very true. Nicely sad and bitter just like one would assume their reunion would be, no flinging into each other's arms for them. But a homecoming none the less.
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“Maybe I don’t want someone to tell me how to fix things. Maybe I just want someone to tell me I’m not really broken, that I’m okay like this. That, that it’s okay to just be like this. For that, what I need is not a friend.”
“And we’ve never really been friends, have we?”
Ouch and very true. Nicely sad and bitter just like one would assume their reunion would be, no flinging into each other's arms for them. But a homecoming none the less.
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Ooh and you may have given me a title idea! :~)
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