Sometimes,
It hurts to be your friend.
Most days,
I can take it.
Others,
Not so much.
The days I'm happy to be your friend are the days I make you laugh
Or,
The days we share an inside joke.
On the not so good days,
I feel like I've allowed myself to be betrayed,
To be hurt,
To be vulnerable,
Because,
When it comes to you,
That's all I know how to do.
I hear stories of the ones you've loved
And the ones who didn't love you in return.
And it hurts to see you hurting,
But it hurts even more to see you happy,
But without me.
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RandomRandom happenings Written down, Because, I can't express them Any other way ... *** Please keep in mind that not everything you read will be related to Christianity. Some may be less faith-based than others. I'm sorry if that's confusing, but like...
