I told myself, very often.
Don't love my friend too much.
Cause every single time I do,
I felt the sting of hurt.
Either they realize it or not.
The pain lingers.
I told myself, very often.
A friend is not everything in life.
But a part of life's tapestry.
They come, they go, they leave their mark.
Bringing both joy and sorrow in their wake.
I told myself, very often.
A friend leaving traces of laughter and pain.
Companionship and solitude.
A very delicate dance of positivity and negativity.
Make me realize, that friends are a mixed bag.
I told myself again, very often.
Don't love a friend too much.
Don't place hope too much.
Disappointment often follows unrealistic expectations.
And yet,
I find myself yearning,
Yearning for their presence, love, and acceptance.
Hoping to be as important to them as they are to me.
I want to be loved the same.
But I also remind myself,
Let's cherish these moments of connection,
while honoring my own worth.
Knowing that friendships, like life itself, are a beautiful, messy journey.
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