Dear Friend and Friend,
I don't know if I want things to be the same between the two of you. I admit it; I was jealous that you became closer after I left. Like I was the extraneous limb, now useless, now gone. And then it all fell apart, and I wasn't even there to see it happen. Maybe that's for the best. This way, I didn't have to pick a side.
But the way things stand, I'm smack in the middle. I love you both. But you each mean differently to me. And I feel like I'm trying to walk this slippery path at the tip of a mountain. I find myself badmouthing one, excusing the other, saying too much or too little. How do I be your friend again?
I don't want to lose either of you.
O friend, you don't even get how much you hurt him. He's so much better now, and I wish you could see that.
O friend, I know you were hurt, but maybe you can see it from her point of view. She waited for you for a long time, and you just messed up her heart.
It's weird that I met you both on the same day and in the same place and you didn't get a chance to see each other. It's weird that we both shared books with each other. It's weird that some things are the same; we still talked about the same things; we still fit together, somehow. And yet not.
The world has moved on without us noticing. The river rushes past.
Friendships, too, change like the clouds. We are not the same people we were. Maybe we have left our scars on each other. You two on each other. There's a gap. Someone else will fill it.
In the meantime, carry my love onwards,
Mayumi
I don't know if I want things to be the same between the two of you. I admit it; I was jealous that you became closer after I left. Like I was the extraneous limb, now useless, now gone. And then it all fell apart, and I wasn't even there to see it happen. Maybe that's for the best. This way, I didn't have to pick a side.
But the way things stand, I'm smack in the middle. I love you both. But you each mean differently to me. And I feel like I'm trying to walk this slippery path at the tip of a mountain. I find myself badmouthing one, excusing the other, saying too much or too little. How do I be your friend again?
I don't want to lose either of you.
O friend, you don't even get how much you hurt him. He's so much better now, and I wish you could see that.
O friend, I know you were hurt, but maybe you can see it from her point of view. She waited for you for a long time, and you just messed up her heart.
It's weird that I met you both on the same day and in the same place and you didn't get a chance to see each other. It's weird that we both shared books with each other. It's weird that some things are the same; we still talked about the same things; we still fit together, somehow. And yet not.
The world has moved on without us noticing. The river rushes past.
Friendships, too, change like the clouds. We are not the same people we were. Maybe we have left our scars on each other. You two on each other. There's a gap. Someone else will fill it.
In the meantime, carry my love onwards,
Mayumi
