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I called it too soon. She's not ready to talk, and I respect that. It just hurts a lot, knowing that things are like this between us. But. I've done what I needed to do, with regards to changing and starting down a healthier path. Right now, I need to know what she wants, and she doesn't want to talk.
I'll let her call me. It would be audacious to call her out of the blue some time from now, assuming she would be ready to talk.
I realized what I need. It's not a girlfriend or somebody to be intimate with. I need my friend back. She's irreplaceable and unique; there's no other friend like her. The only way I can describe my feelings on our friendship is sine qua non - without which (there is) nothing. Her friendship has been a more important thing in my life than our attempt at romance. Don't get me wrong - the romance was nice. It was good to be loved in a way that surpassed friendly affection. I had forgotten what it felt like. Her friendship, though, is more valuable, and that's the thing that I'll carry with me into the next life (whenever that may come).
I'll give her time, and I'll wait, because I'm loyal to my friends.
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I'm still going to write. Not everyday, though. Writing helps, but I'm starting to get to the point where I don't think I need to write everyday; just on the days when I really need release and introspect.
I'll let her call me. It would be audacious to call her out of the blue some time from now, assuming she would be ready to talk.
I realized what I need. It's not a girlfriend or somebody to be intimate with. I need my friend back. She's irreplaceable and unique; there's no other friend like her. The only way I can describe my feelings on our friendship is sine qua non - without which (there is) nothing. Her friendship has been a more important thing in my life than our attempt at romance. Don't get me wrong - the romance was nice. It was good to be loved in a way that surpassed friendly affection. I had forgotten what it felt like. Her friendship, though, is more valuable, and that's the thing that I'll carry with me into the next life (whenever that may come).
I'll give her time, and I'll wait, because I'm loyal to my friends.
...
I'm still going to write. Not everyday, though. Writing helps, but I'm starting to get to the point where I don't think I need to write everyday; just on the days when I really need release and introspect.
