10/25/25 - Jefferson Airplane
We're just friends. I think it is much better to be friends. We've talked a little, and I can see clearly now. It wouldn't work out, with her. I can't be with someone who doesn't understand my identity. I'm not an enigma, I'm a tin of oysters. I can be friends with someone who doesn't understand everything about me, but I will not give my heart to that disparity. And to understand isn't enough, either. Respect is in order. She's a good friend, and that is all.
The impermanence starts to get to me, though. I have a thousand people on my mind, every day. I want so dearly to remember their faces, to never forget.
I try to focus on the professional relationships, the familial relationships, platonic relationships. I've got to.
You know how painful it is to want somebody, somebody so far outside tommorow. Somebody where I convince myself, I could never. I could never.
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