I think it might be for the best, my best that is, if I “pass” on this invitation to be “Only Friends” as you suggest. I wanted more but like most of my ideas they would eventually fall flat needless to say. I need a friend that does not make me feel bad about feeling bad, you do; at times at least, lack the gentleness of which I crave. You claim you want to support me, yet the hand you extend most times come swinging, leaving invisible bruises for me to tend at my leisure. As a parting thought you should know, you were the first Woman I have ever fallen for. For better or for worse, the path ahead unlit and shrouded in mist, like the storyline from a book, narrated with your precious voice.
