And This Is How It Starts

To be honest,

Friendship is never a linear process.

It was a line

Then a break

Then a slow curve upwards, sharp

To a valley

A valley that we’re going to come out of-

We are infinite.

For after all,

Sisters are sisters

No matter where they drift.

I’ve missed you,

My favorite brunette.

Your fog

And my haze

Formed a wall,

But I can feel the paint peeling

And hear cracks in the foundation.

Whatever it takes,

My friend,

Whatever you need

Your favorite blonde

Is waiting for you.

I’m waiting for you,



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