I know that I just wrote a whole spiel about love, but I’ve something else to add, which I was thinking of today, something I miss: friendship. Oftentimes, my lover becomes my best friend, someone to whom I am incredibly close emotionally, mentally, and physically. This is the person who I open up to completely; nothing is held back, as I feel comfortable confiding in him, sharing my joys and dreams with him, expressing my fear and misery in his presence, engaging in meaningful and enlightening discussions with him. We would be a huge part of each others' worlds with such startling influence.
Now, I feel like I’m closed off and isolated from most people. I don’t know how much I can open up to different friends or what I feel comfortable sharing with them, all of the intimate details and inner struggles. Instead, I opt for posting these details up in cyberspace with the illusion of anonymity because I have this urge to share, to feel like I have some sort of connection, even though it’s not at all the same.
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